#everyone awkwardly eats breakfast at the same table

[forcebookish]

idk about u guys but i'm still mourning nicksand

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Coworker (part 2)

Tw: Afab and fem reader, Cyprus doesnt take no for an answer and keeps you in his apartment

masterlist, part 1, part 3

You woke up with the biggest hangover of your life. Your mouth was dry and your head was pounding against your skull, you could feel the alcohol from last night sloshing around your stomach.

You squeezed an eye shut while the other struggled to focus on your surroundings. This is not your bedroom.

Your blood runs cold upon realizing that you're not in your work clothes. But an oversized shirt that's exposing one side of your shoulder and reaching to your knees. Cyprus must have changed you last night, god knows what else he did to you while you're that vulnerable.

There is a ceiling fan above you that clearly hasn't been cleaned for a while. Old, ripped and yellowed posters of famous fighters were plastered on his off white walls, they're not even straightened. A pair of red boxing gloves were hung on the side of his wardrobe, whereas his suitcase is on a lone table by the corner.

You could hear something sizzling outside, it must be Cyprus cooking.

You got out of his bed and exited his room, gulping and bracing what's to come.

"Morning." He gruffed. You scanned the room and saw that it's a modest living room with a small kitchenette away from the main door. It's a bit bare, just a couch, a TV on a wooden stand, a dining table that fits four and a printer awkwardly pressed against a wall. It was resting on a stool.

There is a tattered punching bag in the corner, hanging from above. It has definitely seen better days.

You noted that he has two pedestal fans and another ceiling one, but no air conditioning.

You turned your attention to him, he was plating the food on some paper plates. Cyprus picked them up and turned around, tilting his head towards the table. You tried to ignore the fact that he's half-naked, only wearing a pair of shorts. You knew that the majority would salivate over his oddly unscarred, sculpted body and veiny arms. There was a healthy, bushy happy trail on his abdomen, looks like he had let them grow rampant.

You went ahead and sat down on one of the chairs. He placed a dish down in front of you before taking a seat himself.

It's toast, sausages and eggs, cooked the way you usually prefer.

"You told me last night, this is how you liked your eggs." He mumbled, digging into his own breakfast which consisted of the same items, just in more quantities fitting to his stature. "I hope I can trust the Drunk You."

You went straight to the point and asked what happened.

"We didn't fuck, if that's what you're asking." He nonchalantly told you as he stabbed his omelet with a plastic fork. "You puked all over yourself, so I had to change you before bringing you to bed."

You were astonished at the difference in his language at home, compared to the one at work.

You asked what the time is. You're going to be late for work and you cannot afford to lose this job.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he chewed. "Relax. I called in sick for you."

He did what now?

"I took an emergency leave off work today too. We're free until Monday." He continued, acting like this is a totally mundane topic to talk about.

You rubbed your face, dreading the day where you're going to have to face your coworkers.

"What's up with you?" He asked, staring at your flustered face. "And eat up, your plate is getting cold."

You asked him how he called in to tell your manager that you won't be coming in.

He shrugged. "Pick up the phone. Dial the number. Call. Hang up."

You said that wasn't what you meant, you asked what he told your boss.

"I said you were too sick to come in. What more do you want from me?"

You asked if you provided context behind his words. He couldn't just possibly do that on your behalf can he?

"I told Jane it was none of her business. All she needed to know was that you're not coming in and so am I."

Jane, the devil you and everyone else on your floor call a manager. He wouldn't have let that response slide if you were to do the same.

And she is a gossip super spreader. You're sure the entire building is already making their own speculations about the relationship between you and him.

You stood up and paced around, trying to expel the nervous energy you built up. Cyprus looked at you quizzingly as he munched on his toast.

You ask how he is so calm about all of this, does he not care about being the center of gossip when he gets back?

"Fuck them. I don't care what they think." He turned his focus back to his plate, stabbing more food and shovelling it into his mouth.

But you do. You didn't tell him that, though.

"Damn, sit down. You're always so jumpy. It's just me and none of Jane's crap you have to face at work." He complained. You still fidget with your hands and walk around in short circles.

"You know, I always wondered if you're as jittery when you're not in the office. I guess this confirms it, you are. How could you live like that, always feeling on edge twenty-four-seven?" He pushed his glasses back up, his grey eyes trailing your every move.

You told him that you have to go home. You have something to do, mumbling about chores and other weak excuses.

"That can wait. We should talk more." He brought his hand up to your arm, firmly grabbing them and trying to lead you back to your chair.

You said no, you have to go.

"You and I know it isn't urgent. Come on, sit down. I'll reheat your breakfast up for you." You managed to slip out of his loosened grip.

You asked where your phone, clothes and belonging are.

"They're in my apartment. Safe and intact. You'll get them, don't worry. Just, sit." His patience is thinning but you're too frazzled to notice.

You said you have to check your emails to see if Jane-

"Park it!" Cyprus barked as he rose up from his seat, pointing at the empty chair opposite of him, causing you to flinch at his raised voice. You hurriedly followed his command and sat down.

He sighed. "You really need to stop thinking about work."

You kept your lips sealed as you trembled. Fearing Cyprus. As promised, he took your plate to be reheated in the microwave. You wonder if it's safe to be microwaving a paper plate.

While that's happening, he pulled out two empty glasses from his cabinets and a jug of juice from his fridge. He sets them on the table and poured you and himself some.

"Christ, you're so shaky. Loosen up!" He snarked.

You said you have no idea how to approach this situation, it's completely new and you're being caught off guard. How are you going to relax when you don't know what to expect?

"Well, first off. I'm not going to hurt the girl I'm trying to get with." He walked to the microwave as it beeps. "That's you, by the way. If it wasn't already painfully obvious." He sarcastically remarked, pulling out your steaming plate.

"Here you go, princess." His tone was softened and endearing as he placed your plate in front of you once again, it's mildly soggy but still in one piece, holding your food. You reluctantly picked up your disposable plastic fork and ate, since your stomach was grumbling.

He returned to his seat and continued his breakfast too.

"Secondly," Cyprus gulped his food down. "I want you to tell me more about yourself, and I'll talk about my life."

You didn't respond to him, still warily watching him as you ate.

"I'll go first." He set his fork on his plate. "My name is Cyprus. Cyprus Andrea Rodriguez."

That explains the "R" in your Valentine's Day note. You found it amusing that his Initials spell out 'C.A.R'.

"I work in finance. You know that." You nodded.

"I smoke. I like my coffee black. I drive. I cook." He started rapid-firing facts about himself while counting his fingers. You already knew all these.

You asked him about the boxing gloves in his room. He smirked and leaned back against his chair, bringing his arms behind his head.

"Not so fast, your turn to tell me about yourself, pretty girl." You coughed in your hand to try and hide the fluttering of your chest upon hearing that nickname.

You also told him things that he already knew. You worked on the same floor as him, you do not smoke, you like your hot drinks a certain way and you like your eggs like how you're eating it right now.

He pursed his lips. "Pfft. Boring. I want to know what you do after work."

You said you would go home and scroll endlessly on social media. Or do more work.

"You're not fooling me, doll. I know a generic to-go reply when I hear one. I'm not your coworker here, you can tell me."

You thought about it. Yes, you would go to dinners and gatherings with your friends and other colleagues, but those aren't usually for fun. They're for keeping up appearances. Aside from that, you would just rot with your phone.

You told him that you would go out with friends.

"Who?" He brought his hands to his side and leaned towards you, now very interested in knowing your social circle.

You said he wouldn't know. It's no one from work. You quickly switched the conversation about his boxing gloves again. It seems like he wanted to say something else, but he ended up disclosing about his hobby.

"I box in my free time. It's a good way to release all that pent-up stress from dealing with Jane's shit on the daily." You eyed his deformed ears. Then you asked him if he does it for money too.

"Yes. It's one of my side hustles." He scraped the remainder of his eggs from his dish.

You asked what he was doing at the bar last night.

"Ah, ah. Your turn to answer my question, pretty girl. What were you doing at the bar last night?" He narrowed his eyes at you.

You said that you felt like drinking and going to the bar outside office hours. Was that so wrong?

He stared at you for a bit before replying, "You don't seem like the type."

You asked what he meant by that.

"You were never great at handling your own stress, doll. I know you don't like the smell of bars and the taste of booze. You were there as a 'last-resort' type of act, and I bet it's because of the guilt for standing me up."

While that is true, you don't necessarily appreciate Cyprus calling out as it is. You would very much prefer to remain in denial.

You said he has a good point. Then you proceed to ask him why was he there, in that one specific bar out of thousands in the city.

"I was there for a boxing match."

A match? Where?

"Somewhere." He was vague in his answer, you can only assume that it's nearby. "Next, what do you do on the weekends?"

You do not like these questions. They make you reflect upon your life.

You said spending time with friends, rot on the internet, or work. The last part made Cyprus grimace in disgust.

"The last thing on your mind during the weekends should be Jane's bitching. Work? Really?" You shrugged, saying that you're trying to save up enough for... you actually don't really know what you're saving for at this point. You're just doing what everyone is doing.

"You know you can't bring all that cash with you when you're dead, right?" He stood up, taking the empty disposables with him. Cyprus chucked it into the trashcan in his kitchenette.

You disregarded his last sentence and asked him about the paper plates and disposable utensils.

"They're cheap, and I don't have to do the dishes." what an interesting way of living.

You asked about his plans over the next three days. A flash of fear crossed your mind when you remembered you had to face your coworkers on Monday. They are going to ask all kinds of invasive questions and you're going to have to speak like a politician.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, leaning against his counter and staring down at you.

You said you wanted to pack up and go home.

He lets out a loud buzzing sound from his vocal cords. "Wrong answer, I'm not done with you yet."

You asked if you could at least have your clothes back.

"Later. They're in the wash."

You asked where is the wash.

"Downstairs."

You asked if you could go downstairs.

"Nope."

Why?

"It's lame down there, I'd have to say hi to my neighbors. And, I want to talk to you alone."

You asked if you can have your phone.

"Nope."

Why?

"It's charging."

Where?

"Not telling you." He pulled out a pack of smokes from his pocket and switched the stove on to light the cancer stick up.

You said you need your phone.

"To do what? More work? Dream on, I'm not helping you waste your life." He placed the cigarette into his mouth. Cyprus walked up to the window and blew puffs out of it. Occasionally he tapped his cigarette to knock the ashes off it.

You said you just need to check it. Someone might try to contact you in the event of an emergency!

"Trust me, it's nothing important. They're all from Jane." He took another drag of his cig.

You asked when will he be "done with you".

"When I feel like it."

You fell into silence, trying to think of something else to ask.

"I like you." He said, supporting himself over the windowsill with an arm. "You don't play that fake bullshit with me, you don't try to kiss my ass or fuck me over either. I like that a lot."

You watched him enjoy his smoke.

"You don't go around blabbering with a huge mouth. You're the only one in that damn building who minded your own business and respected me. I liked that."

You don't think you're any less nosy than your coworkers. But it was fascinating to see yourself through his eyes. Was that how you came off? You just didn't give a crap about Cyprus because he was antisocial and most likely wouldn't help you advance or destroy your career.

"And you're so fucking cute too. I had to snatch you up before anyone else did. But I couldn't lay it too thick, you and your reputation among the other mindless drones. I would have scared you off if I gave you roses in person, those pricks would have made a huge deal if I signed your letter with my full name." He stubbed his finished cigarette against the ashtray on the windowsill. Cyprus turned around and moved to the chair, he pulled it out and sat on it.

"I guess I came on too weak. It's fair. You wouldn't have known your gifts were from me. Did you like the chocolates? They were selling out fast, I knew I had to grab one for you."

You said it was nice, not knowing how to respond to his long rant.

You blurted out a question, asking him how he would define the relationship between you and him.

"You're my girl, duh."

You didn't know how to ask the next question without sounding rude or condescending, you wanted to ask what made him think you agreed to it. But no matter how you try to frame it, your question appears as a rejection. You didn't have to ask to have it answered, since he deduced from your uneasy expression.

"Fine. Deny all you want." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's see how long that lasts."

You decided to rip the bandaid out and told him you're not interested in a relationship. You tried to convince him that you were not worth the effort, but your words entered one ear and out of the other.

You were interrupted by a hearty laugh erupting from his throat. It soon died down, Cyprus leaned closer, and he lowered and deepened his voice to a husky growl.

"You should know, that once I set my sights on you, there is no stopping me." His piercing grey eyes struck terror in your heart. "I am a dogged man, princess. I do whatever it takes to get the girl I want and I don't share."

You're uncomfortable, this is a completely different Cyprus than what you're used to. You missed the quiet man who would keep his distance from everyone, not this menace.

You're going to have to figure out how to deal with your new unwanted lover by Monday.

[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings iv

Bodhi Durran x fem!reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 6k 🫢

Warnings: swearing (ofc), drinking, angstttt, y/n lore, lmk if I missed anything, not proofread at the end lmaooo

A/n: the long awaited part 4!! Hope y’all aren’t disappointed, trying not to think so hardly on this part bc I scrapped and rewrote this so many times 😅

You're unsure of when it started during the night, but as you sat at the booth with Violet, Rihannon, and Nadine; something stirred in your chest. You desperately tried to look interested in the conversation, trying to meet the eyes of Rihannon trying to focus on the way she animatedly told a story. Laugh when the women poked fun at Violet for something cheeky she’d bring up. Adding input to Nadine’s questions despite having to ask her to repeat herself without having your eyes dragging themselves to look at the other side of the bar.

Who was she?

She wore a dressed down pale blue healer uniform, her skin flawless free of relics and tattoos, glossy perfect red hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She radiated bubbliness from what you observed as she laughed at whatever Bodhi said or did a little dance when her friend sunk a billiard into a pocket. She always seemed to go right back to chatting with him. You couldn’t bear watching her cling to him, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away.

You were well aware you had no right to be sitting there, stomach churning with a bitterness of cold ire…but here you were doing just that.

Rihannon clicked her teeth, making you snap your attention back to the group. You didn’t even try to offer a coy look—this was the second time one of them caught you. You had tried the last two hours to hide your irritation, but it just kept beckoning to the surface. Slowly ticking away within you as if you were going to burst at the seams.

“Okay, what is going on between you two?” She laid her palms flat on the table.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You took a sip of your drink, acting as nonchalant as you could.

She gave you an incredulous look. “The fact you shied away from him all first year, then the first night of break whatever that was.” She waved her hand. “The other day during breakfast, when Dain came to grab him for the leadership meeting, and it was clear as day he was practically undressing you with his eyes when we first arrived.” she rattled off.

“It’s like I’m watching a romance novel unfold in real time.” Nadine said dramatically, a hand moving to her forehead feigning fainting.

You cringed, “it’s-it’s definitely not like that.”

“Not like what?” Quinn interrupted walking up to your own group. Bodhi and Imogen still had been at the table.

The mystery girl touching his built bicep. He had discarded his jacket an hour ago, his rebellion mark on display underneath his tight short sleeve t-shirt. “Ohhh,” she followed your gaze to Bodhi. “Immy told me all about this.” She said in delight to your dismay, taking a seat next to Nadine.

You brought your attention over to the curly haired blond girl. “Does everyone know about this ‘something’ except the two people this ‘something’ is about?” You snapped.

Everyone seemed to have an exciting interest in the nonexistent relationship between you and your childhood best friend.

Quinn merely raised her hands defensively, Rihannon and Nadine awkwardly sipping their drinks looking at the table interested in the wood grain.

“We’re all in the same wing, same section, Y/n it’s hard to ignore the hot and cold between the two of you.” Violet had a softened look in her eyes, being the most sympathetic toward you.

You flushed realizing your outburst, not meaning to aim it at your new found friends. The gnawing bitter feeling was just eating at you, and you couldn’t stop it from being all consuming.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, a scowl on your lips, staring into the clear fizzy liquid in your glass. Despite the tension you created, you looked at the bubbly girl across from you. “Quinn, who is that girl?”

She had a hesitant look on her face, her brown eyes swirled with trepidation. “Ariante, a third year healer.” She offered a short response, seeming to know more than she let on.

You only nodded, turning back to the other side of the bar watching the billiards tables. Ariante, the beautiful young woman, was lining up to shoot the shot, and shot Bodhi a wink before shooting. A small snarl left your lip unknowingly at the sight, leaving all the group to cast worried glances your way.

You grimaced at your behavior, not entirely sure why you had visibly been so riled up at the sight. “I’m gonna get some water.” You stood up, and left the group without another word.

Ariante skimmed her dainty plain manicured hands over Bodhi’s biceps as she giggled over something he told the group he played with. Usually her advances didn’t bother him, last year he had given in to them as a distraction many times when Y/n avoided him like a disease. Tonight though, his chest hammered in annoyance—maybe not just with her in general, but everything tonight seemed to be so overstimulating.

The loud tavern, how he fought a flinch every time the que would knock against a billiard, the musty smell of alcohol and fried food permeating the space, and how fucking unbearably hot he was.

He knew it had nothing due to the summer weather, that the heat that festered deep within him was caused by something wholly different.

Usually he’d use churam to block Cuir out, but the effects of the few drinks he had made it harder to keep that mental shield up and his dragon’s emotions started to take over. Of course Cuir and Cleasaí chose tonight of all nights to fight.

He had spent a year being accustomed to this, but he worried about you.

You still had been clueless to everything, your dragon stubbornly kept you in the dark, which had frustrated both him and Cuir. You didn’t deserve any of that, and he couldn’t help the pang of guilt he felt when he thought about it. He watched how tense you were at the booth, the girl’s giggling at what seemed like your expense; a scowl on your pretty lips at the interaction.

Another wave of heat filled and irritation rippled through him, and he screwed his eyes shut trying to ground himself. He had ripped his jacket off an hour ago, but to no avail aided any relief to his skin. It seemed it only made the pretty third year healer cling to him more. And the only aid that was brought, was to the disdain that rose with the proximity of her.

“Damn it Henrick!” Quinn stomped her foot frustratedly, making him open his eyes again. “I thought I was playing with an amateur?”

Sawyer had a broad grin as he nabbed the gold coins on the corner of the parallel table across from the one him and Imogen played at. “Beginners luck?” He shrugged casually.

The curly haired blond furrowed her eyebrows at the redhead. “Mhm, sure. Beginner’s luck my ass.”

Imogen cackled at her friend. “You’re the one that suggests putting coins down.”

Quinn mimicked Imogen, before a playful glare settled on her features. “Shove it Cardulo, I’m gonna go wallow in pity now if you need me.” She handed the cue to Sawyer before flouncing off to the rest of the group they came with.

Bodhi’s brown eyes not paying any mind to the feisty third year rider as she joined the booth, he instead had been focused on you again. Watching how your tongue darted in between your soft looking lips licking them, the same scowl still lingering on your face.

He had longed to get a feeling of what your lips felt like since he was barely an adult. Doing anything at this point to have a taste of you, knowing he shouldn’t have felt that way. You had always been just barely out of his reach, but he would have risked anything to have that moment as selfish as it sounded.

You were his best friend.

It was more than the idea of blurring the lines of your friendship that stopped him in the past; you were never meant to be anyone else’s, but who was chosen for you. Your parents had made you a lady of the Aretian aristocracy. The intent to secure a cushy life to make sure you would never have to experience war and hardship like they had—even if it wasn’t a love match. You were forced to take the decision they made for you with poise and grace. Exposed to the corrupt society of the aristocracy that lurked behind the violence since a preteen, never supposed to know war and violence like he had. But by the time the peak of the rebellion happened, and Execution Day arrived—it had been too late for the first hand you had been dealt with. Another decision instead handed to you from a choice that hadn’t been yours to ever make.

It was self indulgent thought, but the moment he knew you safely crossed the parapet—there was a hope that ignited in Bodhi’s chest he hadn’t felt in a long while. Despite the blatant act of avoidance on your part, he quietly watched your every move the first year.

Made sure Imogen spent extra time training with you so you’d be ready for your next challenge, telling her what she needed to critique you on from sparring lessons. Insisting Garrick to convince you to eat more than what you usually did so you could bulk muscle to help ease through the gauntlet. Pleading with Xaden to rearrange squads in the flame section so he could keep a better eye on you. Every action in efforts to aid you from the help of your mutual found family was a coercion from him; so he would know you’d have a shot at surviving this hellscape.

For only a measly chance of you to finally acknowledge him.

It had only been a coincidence (or was it? Cleasaí was known to be petty) you had bonded with Cuir’s other half. The mated dragons hadn’t talked since the end of his first year. The first half of being bonded to the notorious green filled with tumultuous arguments that he didn’t know what started from. They had only been recently mated in the last decade from what Cuir told him.

Bodhi swore he did more supply runs for churam than weapons by the end of the year before they went no contact, and just coexisted in the Vale with one another.

He would have preferred that over feeling the wavering aggression through the bond at this very moment.

“Handsome boy,” Ariante cooed, snapping her fingers to get his attention from across the table. Realizing he had zoned out again staring at you, Ridoc clapped him on the back.

“Yeah handsome boy...” he purred mockingly. Bodhi shrugged his hand off quite hastily. He was not in the mood for the second year’s comedic relief…and the overly inebriated physical touch of the counterpart.

Imogen sensed his discomfort by how tense he had looked, his posture usually more lax, or a boyish grin that had been replaced with a grimace. “Gamlyn, go get us some water.” She barked, face set to a hard grimace.

Ridoc with wide eyes in the fear of the short woman, saluted the group before walking off to the bar.

Bodhi reminded himself to thank her later once he was in a better mood. Instead he twisted his face into something that barely showed interest, not like it mattered, the healer was two shits to the wind at this point. Just caring his eyes were on her. Smiling brightly once he turned back to her, even if it was a stoic look he had on.

“I need you to watch as you lose this round.” She giggled, grabbing the cue from her friend’s hand.

The tawny skinned man watched disinterestedly as she made a show of setting her shot up. She swayed her hips to the table, making sure to press her chest down into the polished wood edges so her low cut tank top showed her cleavage as she lined up her shot. She made eye contact with him, offering a seductive wink, before clumsily shooting and completely missing the pocket. If he wasn’t so aggravated, he could have laughed at the scene.

It was Imogen’s turn now, and he subconsciously let his attention wander back to the booth again, noting you were now absent from the table.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but his heart skipped a beat in panic. He scanned the tavern looking for a glimpse of where you could have gone. He could spot you out of a crowd anywhere—from the way you wore your hair to the way you carried yourself.

His brown eyes searched the makeshift dance floor in between tables, the line for the bathroom, the exits of the tavern. The sense of relief when he finally found you should have eased his heart, instead it pounded louder and louder as his vision tunneled. Bodhi’s stomach churned with a burning green feeling, watching you sit at an empty side of the bar with Ridoc, smiling at him as the pair of you talked.

“So yeah, then Imogen told me to grab some water for them, and now I’m here doing that.” Ridoc rambled on about his night. Unbeknownst to him, you had spent the majority of the night meticulously eyeing the group from the booth. But you nodded along, idling swirling your finger along the lip of your cup, letting his word vomit become a white noise in your brain. “Imogen has a scary way of demanding things.”

A smirk had crept onto your face, replacing the frown you wore. Ridoc was always honest, but it was amusing to hear him drunkenly bare his soul at the bar over the silliest details. It had almost been enough to forget the prying animosity that filled your veins.

“Who are you telling? I have known her my whole life.” You reminded him rather distractedly.

Despite talking to him, your attention was still flicking towards the quieter side of the tavern—still invested in the man you’ve been stubbornly hiding your feelings from poorly and the pretty girl that clung to him. The game of billiards was dying down, only her friend and Imogen still playing one another.

Bodhi sat backwards in a chair off to the side, his chest pressed against the back, arms casually draped across the wooden top rail, and head hung low as he sipped from the bottle of ale he had been nursing. Ariante perched in a chair beside him, leaning over into his ear to talk. Her lips mere centimeters from him had your heart thumping so hard that you could hear it in your ears.

“Yeah, but you’re not like her or them in fact.” He shrugged.

That made you turn back to Ridoc, who didn’t realize you were only half heartedly invested in the conversation. Or if he did, he didn’t make it known.

“Like they’re all scary broody motherfuckers, and you're just you. Intimidating sure, but not all broody and aggressive.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “language please, they are my friends.”

He raised his full hands defensively, ignoring the fact he sloshed water all over him. “Sorry. You know what I mean though.”

You leaned your head to the side, a quizzical expression on your features. “Elaborate Gamlyn.”

You might have been aware of what he meant, just for the sake of your entertainment you didn’t mind hearing the inebriated man’s ramble of what he thought. It was the only thing that was keeping the pent up emotions beneath the surface.

“Well, you’re kind of lady-like?” He tested the word then nodding. “Yeah, lady like. Not that they don’t have manners—they have better manners than me, but you’re like a refined woman.” His eyes got big and arms were flailing as he animatedly spoke, water sloshing on him.

“Would you be surprised if I said I had been a lady?” You interrupted his spiel.

“No shit, like tea and biscuits, go for a promenade around the garden kind of lady?” He slurred in disbelief with an attempt of an accent.

The way he had said it made it hard to stifle your laugh. “Dowry to my name and all.” You mocked using a posh accent as well.

He made a strangled noise, as he puffed his cheeks out to prevent laughing. “Shit that was the worst accent I’ve ever heard.”

You tilted your back, laughing loudly as he snorted, unable to contain himself. “Thanks for your honesty, yours was just as awful.” You tried to compose yourself.

“I’m not the one that comes from the Aretian aristocracy though.” He said through a fit of giggles. You scoffed, shoving him slightly, giggling more when you had to grab his arm to keep him from stumbling over.

Once the laughter died down, Ridoc had started to talk your ear off again, but of course your focus went elsewhere. Your breath caught in your throat, the amusement on your face slipping.

Bodhi was shamelessly staring at you when you looked over this time. His eyes dark, and stone faced watching the side you resided on. He tilted his head back, draining the remainder of his drink. You couldn’t help to watch the expanse of his throat as he drank the rest of his drink, watching how his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he did so.

You gulped quietly, suddenly imagining how it would be to nip at the column of his thick neck. If he would squirm under your touch or make any soft noises if you kissed up his jaw…you were just torturing yourself at this point.

He the. swung his leg over his seat, muttering something to the pretty redhead, not waiting for a response as he made his way towards you.

Shit.

You panicked drifting back to the drunk man in front of you.

“So did you have—like—a betrothed before this?” Ridoc asked, rubbing the back of his neck, still oblivious you hadn’t been listening. “Is that why we’ve never seen you hook up with someone?!” He gasped as if he solved the biggest mystery, connecting non existent dots.

You could throttle him, trying not to watch the towering figure approach you.

“No, no, no!” You covered your face in your hands, cheeks flushing. “It never got that far, well there were a few arrangements that never went through.”

“Damn, your parents were slacking.” He scoffed jokingly.

“Ridoc,” you glared at him. Any amusement or relief from Ridoc now gone, hitting a nerve within you. The thought of your late parents always causing an ache in your chest and a knot in your stomach.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” Bodhi finished for you, coming up right behind him. He jumped, obviously startled by the new presence, and that it was Bodhi nonetheless. But he quickly recovered, turning to the taller man.

“You always jump right in at the most convenient times, handsome boy?” He questioned in a teasing tone. Handsome boy?

Bodhi glowered, stepping closer to your squad mate. “Call me that again—”

“Bo!” A high pitched shrill voice cut him off. It resembled nails on a chalkboard causing you to wince. Ariante appeared from behind Bodhi, a bright bubbly smile as she stumbled around him, grabbing his arm for support. “You didn’t wait for me.” She pouted playfully.

You had to fight the noise of disgust that wanted to escape your lips, but your facial expression gladly showed what you couldn’t verbally. The rational side of you knew you shouldn’t be reacting this way to a girl you’ve never met. You were past the point of rational though.

She then acknowledged you, her eyes a bright teal that sparkled sticking out her manicured hand. “I’m Ariante.”

You subtly glanced at your hands that were unkempt, nails nearly to the nubs with hangnails.

Gods, she really was everything you weren’t even down to the fingers.

You politely stuck your hand out, limply clasping hers. You hoped she wouldn’t feel your calloused fingers or notice how unladylike your hands were compared to hers as you introduced yourself.

“You know Bo?” She mused. Her hold still on him, despite her being perfectly stable. And the way his nickname came out of her mouth, you think you could regurgitate everything you’ve consumed today.

You offered a strained smile. “We grew up together actually.”

“How sweet!” She practically squealed. “I think it’s great how close knit all of you are!”

The tone deaf statement snipped the final straw of your patience and self control. No, you couldn’t let the feelings lay idly underneath any longer.

“I would say we all are,” you nodded. “I guess that’s what happens when all your parents are murdered in front of you.” You said it as if it was the most casual thing to leave your lips. The smile she wore faltered, and you could see Ridoc shove his hands in his pockets, whistling.

“Y/n…” Bodhi warned.

It could be treason speaking so freely of this, you hadn’t cared at the moment.

“What?” You said innocently, brushing off the warning look you know so well. She had started to sputter an apology, but you cut her off. “But how does such a sweet thing like you know Bodhi?” You asked, a smile growing sinisterly.

In your peripheral vision, you see Bodhi’s face pale.

“We’re acquainted.” He quickly answered, getting out of her grip as he reached over and grabbed the water out of Ridoc hands that were nearly empty from him constantly spilling. He gulped the water like a fish needing water, clearly uncomfortable.

“Very acquainted.” She fluttered her lashes towards him, tone suggestive. Brushing off your awkward interaction.

You made a noise of understanding. Everything you thought was confirmed by two words. Your thoughts lingering and spiraling. The idea of Bodhi intertwined with someone else was nauseating…even infuriating. Everything had drowned out by your heartbeat in your ears, Ridocs words were now inaudible, but assuming he was making a joke. Ariante shrilled giggles didn’t even affect you.

Why were you so mad? You had no right, you’ve been so awful to him the last couple of years—there was never a chance for you. Every interaction you two have had was just rekindling your friendship the past week not meaning anything more. Every poke and prod from your group of friends was something they misinterpreted between the two of you. You knew you shouldn’t have thought too hard on their words and jests, but deep down you only felt crushed of the hope there could have been.

Crack. You looked down at your glass that had been in your hand, the glass in between your knuckles nearly crushed.

The group flitted to you and the cup, even some of the surrounding patrons looked towards you warily.

“Are you alright?” Bodhi was the first to speak up.

“Just absolutely peachy.” You murmured, sliding the object towards the other side of the bar.

“Wow, all you riders are so strong.” Ariante laughed nervously. If this could have been any worse, you weren’t sure if you wanted to punch something or cry now.

“Excuse me,” fighting the lump in your throat. Standing up quickly walking towards the nearest exit without a word.

You walked outside, not quite being able to comprehend what just happened in the matter of seconds. Clenching and unclenching your fists, your chest heaving as everything felt as if it was closing in, pacing on the cobblestone outside the tavern. The smell of incoming rain permeating the humid air that blanketed over the quaint town. Usually a smell that eased your mind, was an overbearing semblance to the internal storm inside you.

“Y/n!” Bodhi called out your name, walking out the door you walked out of moments prior. The bass in his voice stoked the fire that formed in the pit of your stomach, ready to burn you from the inside out. Turning on your heel you faced the 6’3 man, brows already furrowed in glaring daggers towards him, chest still heaving erratically unable to control your breaths.

“You need to breathe.” He didn’t let your behavior deter him. His tone smooth and even, several feet away, not meeting your gaze like if he did he would combust into flames from your glare.

You scoffed, “shouldn’t you be inside with Ariante?” Her name dripped off your tongue with venom.

He opened and closed his full lips, setting his hands on his hips; absolutely dumbfounded. “Y/n…” he said through staggered breath. “I came here with you tonight.” He took a few steps towards you cautiously. “I came up to talk to you at the bar, trying to leave her with her friend.” His focus seemed to be on the wall behind you, and not your own eyes as he still walked towards you. “I followed you out here, leaving her in there.” His words slow, as he stepped right in front of you. “Does it look like I give a fuck about her?” He didn’t let you answer.

“Has everything this past year made it look like I give fuck about anyone else, but you?”

Despite the tug in your heart you felt at his words, pulling you out of your blind rage and jealousy for a split second—it was frustrating how he refused to look you in the eyes.

“You were letting her hang all over you tonight, how can I believe that?!” You held your chest with one arm, the other outstretched to the door.

He gave an aggravated shout, lunging and grabbing your arms. You stiffened at his touch, his hands were just as hot as you felt. He seemed to notice as well, flinching at the realization, but his hold stayed secure on you. He leaned down, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“If you watched my every move, you would have noticed I wasn’t interested in her. I was only watching you the whole night.” That Gods forsaken deadly calm tone sent a shiver down your spine despite the heat you felt. “Now lift your arms up.” He ordered, the sentence barely above a whisper.

His usual honeyed brown eyes finally locked with yours, dangerously darkened. A silent gasp leaving your mouth agape, unable to pull away from his dark orbs submitting to his quiet demand, your arms rising up slowly.

His rough calloused skin brushing your arms ignited a solely different fire within you as he slid the sweater off your frame. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” He muttered, throwing the sweater on the cobblestone leaving you in the corseted tank top you had on underneath. Lightning flashed in the skyline, thunder following a moment later, and rain started to pour from the clouds moments later. The droplets are warm from the summertime, but still cooler than both your skin, creating a steam that ghosts around the both of you.

“So are you,” you said breathlessly. “Do you have any idea why?” You two were so close your chests brushed together, every time one of you breathed. You anticipated what he would say next, but Bodhi kept quiet, tugging on his lip, seeming to be fighting a battle with himself. He turned away from you, rubbing a hand over his face, looking up at the rain stricken sky.

“You do know don’t you?” You rasped.

“I just want to preface I wanted to tell you—”

‘Don’t. You. Dare. Tawny. One.’ Cleasaí dangerously seethed through your head.

It had been silent on the other side of the bond all night, you tugged the invisible string to her countless times, but no answer. Now she wanted her presence known? Known to someone that couldn’t hear her nonetheless.

‘She deserves to know what you’ve been hiding.’ Bodhi glowered. You were still watching him, and he hadn’t opened his mouth…and he heard your dragon?

A new deep sophisticated tone entered your mind, ‘Cleasaí the inevitable is going to happen—‘ Cuir?

‘That I’ll find out?’ You stood in that mental art studio you were taught to use as your source for grounding. The door wide open letting in the thoughts and voices that freely flew through your mental guards. That one invisible string that led to the door seemed to have an added two now.

“Shit,” Bodhi hissed.

“How long?” You gritted your teeth, focusing on the man in front of you. He stayed quiet. “How long did you know?” You repeated louder.

He looked at the ground, “since my threshing.”

You tensed, how come he knew, but you had been clueless this whole time?

‘It’s not ideal to have one rider running from the other while their supposed mated dragons aren’t even on speaking terms.’ Cuir explained.

You fought the tears that lined your eyes, ‘he gets to know, while I’m left in the dark?!’

‘That was for Cleasaí to tell you, my rider had no choice to listen to us dragonkind.’ Cuir explained with a steeliness.

‘And I told her I would tell her in due time.’ Cleasaí chuffed in the corners of your mind.

It felt crowded in your brain, two additional voices, on top of your grappling emotions. You inhaled deeply, blinking tears away furiously.

“Y/n,” Bodhi came towards you. “I wanted to tell you.”

“When was I going to be told?” You snapped. “When you graduate?!” A couple tears now silently slip down your cheeks.

You didn’t know where to point the frustration at. Cleasaí should have told you it was her responsibility, but if Bodhi wanted to talk to you so badly that would have been the topic to start with.

“Our luck would be they would stick you in Samara like Xaden!” You shouted.

“When was I supposed to tell you? When you were running the other direction?! Or would you have preferred a note during Battle Brief only for you to go into a volatile meltdown?” He argued.

You laughed harshly, “I would have not—”

“Oh yes you would have.” Bodhi rolled his eyes. “That’s why Xaden warned me not to.”

Your eyes widened, “Xaden knew?”

‘Why wouldn’t the Wingleader know?’ Cleasaí snorted humorlessly.

‘I don’t want to hear it from you.’ You growled shutting the mental shield up from her and hopefully Cuir. You didn’t know how this all worked.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “He’s known since before you even crossed the parapet.”

“Does anyone else know?” You crossed your arms.

“Assumedly Violet, but no one else.”

Your eyes narrowed, she seemed to know everything didn’t she?

You grew quiet, mulling over everything as the rain was the only sound that filled the streets. You felt betrayed, not only by the creature that put their faith into you and vice versa, but by the man you had grown to love. Was that why you had felt like your irritation was an out of body experience earlier?

“Why do you think I have a churam dependency?” Bodhi bit the corner of his thumb, looking at you.

“Can you get out of my mind?” You frowned, picking the soggy sweater up off the cobblestone. You sniffled, wiping your face, before proceeding to walk towards Basgiath, wanting to get out of the vicinity of him. To think you could have died without even knowing… what would have happened to the dragons—yet worse—him? You didn’t even want to ponder over the details that entailed that yet.

“Trust me I’m not trying, but your thoughts are so fucking loud.” He muttered, following you.

“Then can you not follow me?” You turned, walking backwards wiping wet hair out of your face. The sting in your eyes is almost blinding from fighting the glaze of tears.

“It’s not safe to walk by yourself this time at night.” He said as if it was obvious.

“I’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure as you slipped the dagger out of your top, you tucked between your breasts when getting ready.

“You’ve been drinking, Y/n. That’s not going to do shit.” He tried to catch up to you, but you were a step ahead, even walking backwards.

“I feel stone cold sober at this moment.” You half lied, quickly turning back around, putting the dagger back where you kept it. You didn’t want him to see how your lip trembled, and you were ready to break. That was the last thing you needed was to have a ‘volatile meltdown’ in front of him. Though that’s what this whole night felt like, a tantrum of a fever dream.

You two came to a fork in the path that led to Basgiath from Chantara. You may have forgotten which path you took earlier in the night. So you hoped as you veered left, you would be going the right way, anything to just get away.

But his hand caught your arm, pulling you around to face him.

“I just got you back, I’m not letting you just be barely out of my reach again.” He seethed, his grip firm, but gentle. His touch was still blistering against your own skin.

“I’m not doing it, Y/n. I’ve already spent years running for you when you just kept running backwards for whatever reason!”

The tears had silently begun to fall again down your cheeks, this time unable to stop. “Do you want the reason, Bodhi?” You could feel yourself start to shake as the words left your mouth. “Because I love you!” You finally admitted, the confession a hushed whisper.

You watched with tears flowing freely as he staggered back a couple steps at what you said. He remained quiet as you continued. “I was never meant to love someone freely. And everyone I loved left—”

Your declaration is cut off by his lips smashing to yours. A primal fiery heat as your lips connected, his hands cupping your jaw, your lips melted with his realizing he was kissing you. The taste of the saltiness from your tears mixed with the essence of alcohol on both your lips was dizzying.

This was everything you could have imagined and more since you were a young woman. Everything you wanted the past five years. You felt his thumbs brush underneath your chin as you relished the feeling as you continued to kiss him with a fervor you never experienced. Your hands sliding up his chest around the back of his neck, gripping on his wet dark curls you’ve always admired. A soft sigh left his lips, and it was a noise you could listen to forever, but of course your thoughts spiraled.

A much more important secret was withheld from you, not only by him, but Cleasaí. A petty love confession that you withheld as a way to protect yourself and what you thought would protect him, when the secret of bonded dragons affected four beings outweighed it all. Whether it was his choice or not.

You pulled away abruptly. “I-I can’t.” You said, feeling your own heart break.

“What do you mean you can’t?” He sputtered, confused.

“Me professing my love doesn’t change any of the circumstances.” You shook your head, letting go of him reluctantly. “If anything it only adds to the risk of this whole situation.”

You needed to think about everything thoroughly, and away from him. If not, you might not think straight. You had to go.

“Y/n,” Bodhi pleaded desperately. He watched you turn and make your way back to the war college. You ignored him, even when your bones itched to turn and run back into his arms. “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?!” He shouted, standing where you left him.

Your steps faltered, and that break you felt in your chest worsened. You turned, with a strained smile on your face through your tears.

“They do, more than you could ever realize.”

Y/n is definitely Violet coded I’m sorry 😅 and the y/n lore will thicken in part 5 hehe

Thank you sm for the comments and support, it means a lot to have people that actually enjoy what I put out and try to have patience for my posting inconsistency!! I love talking with you all about it and hearing your conspiracies through out the whole series. I think there will be 2-3 more part before I finish and move on to my next ventures, but as always like, reblogs, and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[anonymous-rendezvous]

The Sun’s Embrace

💖🖤❤️ Doppio/Hex/Ver x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.

✧ — Contains: Established Poly Relationship [Doppio/Hex/Ver], getting together, light angst, panic attack, comfort, & fluff

✦ — Word count: 4.5k | Ao3

The boys have started to notice that you’ve been avoiding them, and they have no idea why. Deciding it's time to take matters into their own hands, Doppio suggests a plan of attack. After all, there’s no way this could end badly. Right? Based on the sentence prompt - “Can I hug you?”

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Standing at your dorm door, one hand tightly clutches at the strap of your bag while the other hovers over the doorknob. “Okay, I can do this.” The statement mumbled, a sort of pep talk as your weight shifted from one foot to the other. “Just do the normal greetings, don’t make eye contact, and make it to the front door.” You didn’t need to glance at the time to know that there was already a high chance the rest of the council members were awake and hanging around in the common room. Hence your panic. ‘I knew I should’ve set another alarm.’ You think, cursing yourself with a groan.

Taking another deep breath to steel your nerves, you throw the door open and rush down the hallway, head faced forward with one goal in mind; interact as little as possible. Upon entering the common room, the scent of coffee and breakfast hits you like a truck. That seems to be all your stomach needs to remind you that eating food is important, growling loudly as if to alert the entire dorm of your presence; causing you to grumble. The room's occupants turn, finding you standing awkwardly in the hall entrance. ‘Well, there goes leaving unnoticed.’

Your attention is drawn to Meloco as she giggles. As she leans against the island of the kitchen, she waves you over. “Well, someone’s hungry! Come on, we have plenty of food here. Well, unless you want donuts.” She looks at the council president from the corner of her eyes. “Ver's pretty much eaten most of those.” She laughs as Ver turns to glare at her, returning it with a small smirk. You hesitate for a moment, however, seeing as only Kotoka and Meloco are currently making themselves some food, you enter the kitchen.

“Ah, I think I’ll just take a wrap. Not feeling like a full-course breakfast today.”

Kotoka pipes up as she hears you and happily walks over to you. “Oh, I’m eating one too! Here I grabbed one for later, but you can have this one. I’ll just take a different one.” After giving her a brief thanks, you make your way to the fridge and grab a water, subtly taking a peek at the other three members. Ver is sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of coffee as he talks to Hex, who is enjoying some tea. ‘ Good, ’ you think to yourself, ‘ they’re in the same spot. ’ After staring for probably a bit too long at the pair, you close the fridge and look around for Doppio. Your eyes scan the room until you find him at the dining table, devouring his breakfast; not at all waiting for the girls that are going to sit with him.

You can’t help the fond chuckle that slips from your lips as you slide the bottled water into your bag. Once that's put away, you start opening your wrap while edging your way back out of the kitchen. “Okay, well, I gotta get going now. I’ll see you all later!” You make a rush for the door, causing everyone to startle; heads tilting simultaneously in confusion. In such a hurry you don’t see Ver quickly stand from the couch and try to make his way to you.

“Woah wait,” he hurriedly speaks up, hand reaching out in an attempt to try to slow you. “I wanted to discuss something with you today. We still have a fair amount of time before classes, so why don’t you sta–” He’s unable to even finish his sentence before you cut him off, the door already half-open in front of you.

“Ah, sorry, Kaichou, really gotta go. Okay, bye!” Your words are a rush as the door is quickly shut behind you. Ver stands there bewildered as he’s left staring at the door for a few seconds, processing what the hell just happened. He only regains his composure when Kotoka's voice suddenly breaks the silence, turning to look in her direction.

“Wonder what they're in such a hurry for.” The half-blonde pouts in thought before gasping, “I wonder if they have a date!” She turns towards the other, a beaming smile on her face. “Why else would they be in such a hurry?”

Ver feels a ghost of a frown cross his lips at the suggestion. However, Hex interjects before he’s able to turn down her suggestion, raising a hand in a calming motion. “Come now, Koto, let’s not jump to conclusions. They could be going to ask a professor about a class or maybe it’s something to do with family. There are many other reasons for them to be in such a hurry.”

“Ah well, I guess you’re right. It’d be exciting if it was true, though!” She laughs as she makes her way to the table with Meloco, the girls claiming the open seats across from Doppio.

“I think you just want a reason to fawn over them, Koto,” Meloco takes a sip from her coffee, then gives her a sly smile. “You’d just fangirl over watching them be all lovey-dovey like watching a Shoujo.”

Kotoka pouts, ready to object, but is interrupted by Doppio joining the conversation. “Ohhh right! That would explain all the manga I see in your room with the people kissing on the cover.”

“Doppio!” Kotoka screeches at him from across the table, trying to reach over to hit him as he just cackles from his seat, leaning back to make sure she can’t reach him.

Ver and Hex watch on, shaking their heads affectionately. Though Hex notices the hint of melancholy on Ver’s face, standing from the couch to talk to him. Reaching a hand out, he gently cups the small of the shorter man's back, the council president's eyes shifting to meet his. Leaning forward, Hex keeps his voice low as he whispers in the other's ear, “What’s wrong? Worried about them?”

Ver sighs and crosses his arms, turning his body slightly towards the other while lowering his voice as well. “How can I not be? I’m sure you’ve noticed it too... They’ve been avoiding us for weeks, Hex. And it’s only been the two of us and Doppio. They seem fine with the girls…”

Hex adjusts his glasses, silent for a moment before he responds. “I’ve noticed it too… I can’t think of anything we’ve done wrong. And even if there was, I’d like to believe they'd tell us… The past few weeks have been the same as always, so what’s changed?” Silence hangs between them as Ver thinks it over, recalling the past few weeks in his mind; not able to pinpoint a single clue that could help them. They’re so lost in thought they almost don’t notice Doppio joining them, Kotoka and Meloco having already left for class.

He looks between them both before questioning, “What’s wrong? You both look like you're thinking hard about something. Is it what we talked about last week?” Their pair of eyes look up at Doppio as he speaks, and Hex is quick to answer him.

“Ah, no no, I think that’s been settled between all of us Dopi.” He gives the taller man a smile before continuing; expression becoming sullen. “We’re worried about what happened earlier, you know, with…”

Doppio’s eyes blink open in recognition, putting his hands on his hips. “Ohhh yeah, what was that about? Do either of you know what’s with them avoiding me recently? They’ve stopped showing up to our weekly game nights!” He pouts, and he drops his head, sulking to himself.

“Okay, good, so you’ve noticed it as well. They’ve been doing it to all three of us then. We need a plan to handle this quickly before things spiral. This isn’t just bad for the council… but for our friendship with them as well.” Ver sighs once again, bringing a hand up to his mouth in thought.

“Actually, I think I have an idea…” Doppio pulls them both into a huddle, explaining his idea to them. Exchanging looks of confusion as the trio talks it out, but eventually, they agree to set the plans in motion. They agree to message if anything came up. They parted ways, heading to their own classes. Though not before Hex presses a kiss to each boys’ temples.

Feeling a little lighter than before, Ver waves them off with a smile. ‘ Let’s just hope that they're willing to cooperate even a little, or else it could all go out the window. ’ He thinks, sighing as the smile slips from his face. Now all they need to do is wait.

Really, that’s all they can do.

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Time passes as your day goes on. It’d be just like any other if you weren’t constantly watching out for the trio anytime they pass you in the hall. Every time you saw them, you’d panic and immediately take cover, trying to calm your racing heart. Ducking behind arches on campus. Sliding into the nearest bathroom until they walked away. Whatever it took to avoid running into them. You hated it. Hated having to avoid them ever since this stupid crush had started brewing in your heart; making you avoid your friends. You’d been content for a long time just being their friend, so why did your stupid feeling decide to spring this on you? Especially for three people!

Letting out a big sigh, your shoulders sag as you wearily tug open the council building's doors, making it back after your last class. Planning to get some work done before passing out, you slide your jacket off and hang it on the coat rack before taking off your shoes, remembering to shut the door behind you. After setting your shoes aside, you take a sweep around the common room – almost sighing in relief when you don’t spot anyone else. Moving further in, you can’t help but notice just how quiet the building is. There’s a chance everyone is still wondering about campus, or maybe a mission suddenly sprung up. The thought helps to ease your tension, heading toward your room. However, just as you’re about to reach out for the doorknob, three tall figures suddenly slide in front of it, startling you as they block you from the safety of your room.

“Ah! What the hell, guys? You can’t just come out of nowhere–” Suddenly, Hex and Doppio are on either side of you, hooking their arms beneath yours and lifting you up. “Wait, what are you doing? Gu–guys? Guys?! Where are we going?” None of them grant you an answer, continuing to carry your struggling body, feet kicking in protest as Ver leads the way toward his room. As though they’ve practiced this before, Kaichou swiftly opens his door and holds it open as the other two pull you into his mini-apartment with ease. The door shuts with a thump, and you're only released when the lock clicks into place.

Both Hex and Doppio take a step back as you scramble to stand straight, turning on your heel to scold them. “What the fuck, guys? Is this some sort of prank? What is Doppio paying you two?” You squint between Hex and Ver. It’s unnerving, however, when they return your gaze with serious expressions. Your arms subconsciously wrap around yourself in comfort, voice cracking as you ask, “Ummm, what's going on he–” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” Ver steps closer to you, which causes you to step back. He notices, making no further effort to close the distance; subconsciously softening his expression. Looking at Hex and Doppio behind him, they give him subtle nods, and he continues. Locking eyes with you, he asks, “You’ve been avoiding us, haven’t you?” You break eye contact first, seemingly finding the wall behind him to be much more interesting. Ver lets out a heavy sigh as he rubs his temple. “Listen, if we’ve done something wrong, you need to tell us. Because we have no idea, and being avoided like this isn’t gonna solve the problem…”

Hands clenched at your sides, biting down harder on your lip with each of his words, still unable to look at him. You can’t bring yourself to look at any of them. In truth, you’d known it was only a matter of time until they confronted you. It was unavoidable. Though you wish you could have had more time to prepare.

The silence stretches on. Hex lets out a long breath, crossing his arms over his chest, ready to break this standstill – however, you beat him to the punch. “You–” Your throat feels tight, having to force the words out as you try to remember to breathe, “None of you have done anything wrong…” 

“Then why have you been avoiding us, darling?” Hex inquires, taking a step forward to stand beside Ver. If you had taken even a small glance at him, you might have seen the worry etched deep into his expression.

The pet name causes your heart to ache, hands moving to clutch at your shirt tightly; almost too tightly. “Be–because…” Frustration builds in your throat as you try to find the proper way to put this. Except, everything you think of just results in you outing yourself. Exposing your crush. Swallowing hard, you close your eyes tightly. It's hard to think over the sound of blood rushing in your ears - your heart pounding. The feelings you thought you could keep quiet bubble up until there’s no choice left but to let them spill out. “Because I’ve been dealing with these stupid feelings for you all, and I hate it! If I just– I thought if I just avoided you all, they’d go away, eventually. They’d have to, right? And–and then everything could go back to normal…” People say telling the truth can make you feel lighter, and yet it feels as though it’s dragged you down further. There’s a knot in your stomach, and the tightness in your throat grows worse; making it hard to breathe. Hell, just knowing you're in Ver’s room makes you feel sick. Standing in the middle of his space, encircled by his things – by him – makes these feelings worse.

Dreading what you think is to come next; the rejection, the scolding, the disgust. Even in your best-case scenario of one of them liking you, the one that does gets mad that your feelings are split. Not trusting you in the process. The anxiety makes you feel small, the knot in your stomach twisting– making you feel like you're going to puke, breathing heavy and shallow.

You’re so lost in your own head you can’t hear them calling your name in a panic. Reality rushing back to you as you register a warmth on your back. Your eyes open – when had you closed them? – except everything seems blurred. Raising a hand to rub blurriness away, it’s only then do you realize it’s because of tears. It takes a moment longer for you to realize you're crouched on the floor and a hand is running soothing circles over your back. Rubbing away what’s left of the tears, you take a deep, albeit shaky breath before looking towards the source of the comforting touch. Doppio is kneeling on the floor beside you, the Duke of Discipline likely having reached you first, but with a glance, you find Hex and Ver close by.

“Wha–” You have to cut your words off with a cough, trying to clear the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. “What happened?” The question had more so been directed at yourself because, really; ‘Tell me I didn’t just have a panic attack over losing them in front of them.’

“Well,” Doppio starts, “you were telling us about your feelings before going quiet. Your breathing had already seemed off, but then you started hyperventilating and practically caved in on yourself. Really scared us there. We thought you were gonna pass out.” The entire time he explains, Doppio keeps rubbing your back, the feel of his touch comforting. A bit too comforting for your complicated emotions right now, honestly. “Hex wanted to use his powers on you, but Ver said it might just make you panic again afterward. But I didn’t want to just leave you alone, so I thought some nice back rubs could help! Is it helping?” His head tilts in such an endearing way that you can’t stop your affection for him from growing stronger.

“Can… I hug you ?” The words slip past your lips without you thinking before quickly covering your mouth. What you hadn’t expected, however, is how suddenly you’re engulfed by Doppio’s arms; zero hesitation as he pulls you against his chest. Your hands shift from your mouth to his jacket, ready to push him away and explain yourself, except– you can’t bring yourself to. No, you don’t want to. Not when it feels so nice. Not when he smells so sweet and like home. Your heart pounds somehow faster when he rests his cheek on the top of your head, holding you tightly. Being so caught up in the hug, you almost miss the other two talking, something about water and finding a blanket; you don’t really catch all of it. Lost in your own world within the comfort of Doppio's arms.

By the time the pair have reappeared, your breathing has steadied, and you feel much calmer than you had before. Except… you still have emotions to deal with, and with every interaction you’ve had the past few minutes, it’s only made them worse. You practically feel the heat radiating off your face, palms sweaty as Doppio slowly lets you go, a rare sweet smile on his face as he looks at you. Embarrassed, you swivel your head away, looking up at Ver as you hear him approach and offer you a hand.

“Come on, let’s move outta my entryway. I think the living room would be more comfortable than sitting on the floor.” Taking his hand, he helps you up with ease, offering you a glass of water once you're steady. You quietly thank him before taking a big sip, the three leading you to the couch. It’s not a long walk to his living room and when you take your spot on the couch, you feel something being draped over you. Looking down, you realize it’s a blanket. One hand reaches up to brush against the soft fabric, while the other clutches at the cup of water in your lap. The couch dips beside you, and naturally, you turn your head to find Hex taking claim to one spot next to you. He’s sitting in such proximity to you, his thigh practically touches yours, his body angled in your direction.

Jerking your head back down, you stare at the water in the cup, trying not to acknowledge the closeness. This gives you a chance to see Doppio settle himself on the coffee table in front of you, not offering many places for you to look other than at your lap. Lucky for you, Ver speaks up, sitting on the other side of you; thankfully, at a more respectable distance.

“There we go. This is much better, right?” He watches the way you nod stiffly. The council president’s gaze softens as he watches you and speaks even softer as he places a hand on your back; replicating what Doppio was doing earlier. “Listen, we aren’t mad or upset at you for the way you're feeling. It’s okay to feel things and sometimes emotions change over time. That doesn’t make them bad, it just means that – in this case – you’ve found yourself more comfortable with us, right?” Ver chuckles, endeared as he watches the way you turn to look at him; shocked eyes locking with calm, muted magenta.

Shaking your head, your gaze shifts back down before returning to him, expression pensive. “Ar–are you sure? I mean it’s…” You pause, swallowing hard. “It’s not just feelings for one of you, it’s all three of you. Won’t that complicate things?”

Doppio laughs, quickly drawing your attention to him. “No, not at all! This works out perfectly for us. It's a win!”

“... Huh?” You tilt your head, looking at him with utter confusion.

“Well,” Hex finally speaks up from the other side of you, drawing your attention to him now, “he could have said it better, but we’ve actually been discussing our feelings for you and each other for a few months now, darling.” He chuckles, placing a hand lightly on your knee. “We all came to an agreement that if you liked us too, we’d share or even officially get together. We’ve been careful to keep it private for the past few weeks. Didn't need people butting in and asking questions when we didn’t even know if you liked us or not. I mean, we wanted you to be a part of us from the very start…” 

Blinking a couple of times, you can’t help but stare off into space, completely baffled by this new information. Once you give it a moment, you gather enough of your senses back to speak. “Wait, wait …” Your head twists around, looking towards each of them before settling back on the therapist beside you. “So all this time that I’ve been avoiding you, the three of you have discussed this? And… and you like me back?” 

“I’d even go so far and say ‘I love you’, but Ver told me to save that.” Hex laughs as he watches you get immensely flustered, sputtering out your words. Ver, reaching around you, lightly hits him on the arm and gives the taller man a soft glare. 

“Well, so much for ‘ saving ’ that…” He sighs before leaning a bit closer to get your attention, moving his hand to your shoulder. “But yes, we all like you. Though, even if we didn’t, there was no need to be so scared about talking to us about it. I might be the council president, but I am also your friend. I’m sure the other two feel the same as well.” He looks to Hex and Doppio for confirmation, and both nod in agreement.

Seeing that, you can’t help but huff, shoulders relaxing a bit. “I guess… I guess I over-complicated it by avoiding it, didn’t I?” The trio nods in unison, causing you to let out a bigger huff. “Well shit, what else is new…” Taking a deep breath, you set your water down on the coffee table, careful not to set it too close to Doppio. You look at Hex’s hand on your thigh and Ver’s hand on your shoulder before gazing at Doppio, who’s sitting in front of you. Taking in the fact you have three new boyfriends now, you pat the hands that are on you, looking around at the trio. “This is definitely a surprise, but I… I’m glad that it worked out so well. I feel really bad for avoiding you all for so long, though, so I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you.”

“Hehehe~” The three of you hear Doppio let out a mischievous giggle, which instinctively makes you nervous. “I can think of a few ways, but I think I got the perfect idea for this specific scenario!” He scoots to the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward so he’s just inches from your face.

“U–uh,” You slightly panicked, looking to the other two for help. Bad idea. The pair – who had quickly picked up on the duke’s idea – decide to play along, leaning their faces closer to you as well. You don’t know whether the heat you feel is the blood rushing to your face or their breath fanning across your skin, quickly looking between them as you plead. “Gu–guys, come on. No need to get so hasty! I can, umm, do chores for you? Or maybe, uh, laundry! I know nobody likes doing laundry!”

“Aww look, our baby’s getting all embarrassed.” You glare as Hex teases you further, his words dripping with honey, as his thumb draws circles along the side of your knee. “What? Don’t want kisses from your new boyfriends?”

You pout in response. “No, no, I do. I mean, um, fuck– I just–” Your mind spins as your heartbeat pound in your ears, hands gripping at the fabric on your thighs. They don’t give you time to think, taking your words as consent as they move closer; lips colliding with your skin. Doppio reaches his hands forward, placing one on your knee opposite Hex’s hand, and the other grips the therapist’s arm as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. Ver and Hex – seeing as your lips are occupied – kiss your cheeks. Ver’s are feather-light and slow, whereas Hex’s are a bit more forceful and quick. You feel nearly overwhelmed by all the sudden affection. The only thing you're able to muster is kissing Doppio back, puckering your lips every time he briefly pulls back. You can feel how he smiles against your lips, giggling as he fulfills your silent requests.

A few minutes pass of them just showering you with kisses, and when they deem they’ve had sufficient payment, they pull back; smiling as they’ve left you in a different kind of daze now. You wonder if this is how the Pokemon Spinda feels, tottering about. The men can’t help but laugh, completely endeared as Hex snakes his arm around your waist to keep you steady, as you recollect yourself. 

Placing a hand on your chest, you take slow deep breaths before asking, “I’m gonna have to get used to that, aren’t I?” 

“Mhm! Let’s see you avoided us for…” Doppio starts counting on his fingers before shooting you another mischievous smile. “A week and a half? So we have a fair bit to make up for.” You let out a nervous yet amused sigh as Doppio makes this arrangement in front of you, knowing that you can’t argue your way out of the hole you’ve dug yourself.

‘Oh boy, I’m really in for it now, aren’t I?’

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Bonus added by Mod I ✨ as a funny hehe haha:

The four of you have ended up in a cuddle pile, barely fitting all together on Ver’s couch. Said man suddenly stiffens against you. You shoot him a curious glance as he pulls back enough to glare at the counselor beside you. “Hex?”

“Yes, dear?” He smoothly replies.

“Is that your hand on my butt?” You have to smack a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.

“It’s an accident.”

“...........It’s still on my butt, Hex.” The glare on the council president’s face is dark. However, Hex just smiles sweetly back.

“It’s still an accident.”

“Hey no fair!” Doppio whines, sliding his hand down beside Hex’s. “If Hex gets a handful of Kaichou, I want one, too.”

“Get out.”

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[dreamsoflightvalley]

Flynn Rider X Reader (Dreamlight Valley AU)

A/N: I really hope he actually gets added to Dreamlight Valley because that would be so pog 😭 like c’mon we already have Kristoff I have to assemble a gang of my husbands

Content: Memory loss, romance, suggestive humor, minor swearing

The Forgetting consumed the Glade of Trust just as it had everything else. The nightmarish thorns overtook the once vibrant landscape, consuming all who lived there in endless night…

But that was until you came along.

Yes, you who were gifted with the power of wielding dreamlight.

He spent his days wandering in an endless fog, aimless and empty, and suddenly there was this radiant figure who appeared from the mist.

You were quite familiar to him, seeing your face made him feel at ease. When you crossed paths he spoke for the first time in what felt like years, a smile creasing his cheeks.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

A flirt, as always.

You were kind enough to let him stay at your house while his was being constructed, as the castle was still overrun with night thorns and was not very suitable for guests. He certainly didn’t mind though.

The Forgetting had consumed a decent amount of his memory, so a lot of his character development was reversed and he was the same old Flynn that he always was. Flirty, slightly perverse, too cocky for his own good… Charming to you, in a strange way. You knew you shouldn’t be charmed, but seeing him try so hard to impress you was just too cute.

You were starting to rouse something in him, a distant memory. The faint impression of a lover lingers in his mind, someone who was gifted, determined, and pure-hearted. As he followed you around the kingdom at your request he saw you display all these traits and more.

He watches you make breakfast on the frying pan he was carrying with him when you first met, a fond smile gracing his features.

“You can sit at the table if you want,” You politely suggested, it was pretty distracting to have him hovering over you like this.

“No, no, I like to watch,” He smirked, looking at your face for some kind of reaction to his innuendo. You merely rolled your eyes, narrowly resisting the urge to smile. “Well, if you’re gonna hover you may as well help me cook. Go get the blueberries out of the fridge,” You nodded towards the appliance in question, reaching for your spatula to flip the flapjack.

You felt more at ease when he was helping you cook, having a hot guy hovering over your shoulder the whole time was a little nerve wracking. Eventually, you finally finished making breakfast together and sat down to eat.

You watched as he opened up just about every jar of jam you had in the house, using the same knife for each one. It annoyed you, but you merely watched on as he smeared each pancake with a different spread. He’s weird.

“You’re rude,” You informed him as you sliced into your stack, fork holding it in place. “You think so?” He asked genuinely, but he also kind of knew he was a bit of a bastard. “Yeah,” You shrugged softly, smiling to let him know you meant it in an affectionate way. “You’re not the first to think so, but you love me anyway so—“ He chuckled and shrugged, digging his knife into his own pancakes before pausing. He used the L word, didn’t he?

His face froze as he glanced up from his food and over to you, searching for any sort of… Approval, I suppose. You stared back at him, eyes softening. The eye contact was brief, the two of you awkwardly looking off to the side and allowing the silence to hang in the air.

It was hard to stand the sound of silverware clinking against the plates for very long.

“I do,” You admitted, wanting this tension to die already.

He perked up a little, his cheeks stuffed. He wanted to ask you to repeat yourself, but his mouth was quite full.

“You’re a complicated guy, even though you try to convince everyone that you’re so one-note. But I do love you, whether you’re Flynn Rider or Eugene Fitzherbert, doesn’t really matter to me.”

If there was any doubt in his mind that the lover he was searching for was you, it was swept away by those words alone. You knew him so intimately that it scared him at times.

He gulped, the food rolling down his throat with a little bit of struggle.

For a while he didn’t really know how to respond to your admission that you loved him.

He was fine hearing you say it, but despite him sharing your feelings there was something so daunting about affirming it aloud.

Days and days go by, both of you essentially living as a couple. Neither of you ever said anything, but you lived together, farmed together, cooked together, and after a while slept next to one another. That was a pretty big deal, in terms of couple milestones.

But one day Mickey gets the bright idea of making lanterns for some made up holiday, something that only Mickey could think of. It was to celebrate the liberation of The Valley and bring the village together, boost morale, establish a sense of unity, yadda yadda.

But what stood out to Flynn was the use of lanterns. Another little spark of familiarity flashed in his mind, he remembered loving lanterns.

Making each other’s lanterns just came so natural, it felt right! Surely he must have done this with you before.

He eagerly picks out the paper he wants to use for his lantern, he goes for a blue-green to match his corset so that when everyone sees it in the sky they know it’s his. He then half-heartedly attempts to make his own wanted poster to brand it with, using his desired nose proportions of course.

You help each other assemble your creations, and even though he won’t admit it he knows yours is way cooler.

Everyone in The Valley sends their lanterns off at the same time, but yours are particularly close together.

He looks at you with a smile, and without thinking blurts out his affection to you.

“I love you too.”

You blinked at him a few times, you hadn’t even said anything before he randomly confessed his feelings.

“What?”

“I said I love you too… You said you love me, so as a good partner I… I will say that I love you, too.”

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Addendum: Sorry if this is bland, I haven’t written for any of my Disney boys in… Well, this is my first Disney fic, actually. Never written for it before. I’m leaving the idea of the reader being the lover he remembers up in the air, it’s whatever you personally prefer. The lack of answer leaves the door open for some good angst potential xP

[cloudghoul32]

𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞- 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Cardinal Copia x Female!Reader

Summary: Copia invites you to his room to show you his rats, but Terzo intervenes.

Word count: 1,475 words

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"What is this...?"

You opened your eyes, barely awake. There was something soft on your chest, something that definitely wasn't there before you fell asleep. You sat up, confused as hell, and looked down. There was a little brown rat there, still deep in its slumber. "Oh," you gasped. "hello there."

A lot of people would run away screaming. But you picked it up and caressed its fur gently as it slowly opened its eyes. "Hi baby," you cooed. The rat looked up at you and yawned. You giggled. Rats were so cute and you loved them ever since you could remember. But where did this rat come from?

You got out of bed, the small rodent in your hand, and got yourself ready for the day. Later, you headed downstairs to eat breakfast with the rest of the clergy. Siblings stared at you as you passed by them. What were you doing with a rat? There was only one person they knew who owned some of those...

Your cheeks were burning from all the attention you were getting. You were used to being ignored and not usually talked to. Now everyone was gaping at you and whispering things to each other.

Eventually you sat down at a table with your food and set the rat down. It sniffed around the empty table, nibbling at crumbs. You didn't even notice when someone sat at your table next to you, you were too busy watching the rat.

"Hello," the voice said. You turned and saw Copia sitting beside you, a warm smile on his face. You blushed and gave him some more room to accommodate. "Hello, Cardinal," you said, quite awkwardly. You spoke for a couple minutes before you remembered your rat. You looked around the table, but the rat wasn't there anymore. "Oh no," you gasped. "What's wrong?" Copia asked, but you didn't hear him. You even crawled under the table and searched for it. You knew you probably looked very stupid.

Copia stared at you blankly, confused. You climbed back up onto your seat. "Sorry. I... I think I've lost something," you said. You stood up and kept looking. "Ah, let me help you then," he said. You looked at him. He was so sweet and sincere. "Umm... sure. It's a rat," you said. Copia's eyes widened. "Oh? You have rats too?" he gasped. "No, no, no," you shook your head. "I just found one this morning, and I was keeping it until I wasn't paying attention and it just slipped away somewhere."

"Hold on," Copia stood up, towering over you a little bit. "I lost one this morning too. It is a brown one, si? Quello veramente piccolo?" You didn't really understand what he said, but the rat you found was definitely brown. "Yes, I think that's it," you said. "Oh no." Both of you made eye contact at the same time and giggled softly. "I guess you do have to help me after all. It's your rat."

You didn't even have time to eat your food. You were both desperately searching for the creature. Worry entered your mind. If you didn't find it soon, it would escape somewhere and if it ever made its way to where there's lots of food, there would be trouble. And there would only be one person to blame: Copia. And you didn't want your friend to get in trouble. He was still new to the clergy.

You were just about to give up when you heard someone scream from the other side of the dining hall. You and Copia immediately looked over to see what was going on. "There's a fucking rat!" the sister shouted. Copia grinned and turned to you. "I think that's our rat, no?"

You weaved through the crowd to get to the lady who had screamed. "Hi, hello, excuse me... sorry... I think that's mine," you said. The lady stared at you as if you were crazy. "Your rat? Why do you own rats?!" She seemed so disgusted. "Well, I'm sorry for what happened," you said, ignoring the question. You picked up the rat from the ground and held it in your hands. "Thank you for... finding it." You walked away to find Copia again, utter silence filling the hall.

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"Grazie mille, Sorella," Copia said as you placed the rat back in his hands. "You're welcome, Cardinal. I had no idea it was yours. I didn't know you had rats," you giggled. "Oh yes. Most people, eh, don't like them, so I don't show them much." Suddenly Copia's eyes lit up. He'd been wanting to show you his rats, and now was the perfect chance. "I know! Would you... ehm... like to come to my room? So I can show you my other rats, I mean," he said nervously. He was mentally preparing himself for you to reject his request.

"Of course! I love rats, after all," you said. Your words melted his heart and brought a smile to his face. "I'll meet you in my room later then, si?" he gave you a pat on your shoulder and skipped to his room. He was so happy. He'd made a new friend! Someone who actually believed in him and wanted the best for him! He could hardly believe his luck.

Later that evening, you arrived at his door. You knocked twice, and almost immediately he responded with "Come in, it's open!" You stepped in and a very good smell hit you. You couldn't remember what it was, but you liked it, and it made you feel comfortable and nostalgic. "Hello," you called. Copia stopped reading his book to look up at you. "Ah! Salve, Y/N!" he cheered, getting up from his chair and greeting you. "I can show you my rats now!"

The two of you spent the rest of the evening laughing and playing with his rats. "... the one you found, her name is Giulia, and she is my smallest one," he said, picking her up. "You've already met Y/N, hm," Copia whispered to her. The rat squeaked in return, gently nipping at the cardinal's gloved fingers. You watched as he spoke to his rats as if he could understand him, and they really seemed to. He was so good with his pets, you'd think he was some sort of disney princess or something.

"Since when did you start... um... collecting rats?" you asked, picking up a particularly soft one. Copia chuckled. "Ah, I've had rats since I was a child, cara," he said. "I've always liked them. Maybe that's why people treat me differently." He looked at his pets. "It started when I found one in my basement one time. I can still remember how I begged Seestor to let me keep it. It only got worse from then," he said , closing his eyes. "What, you found more?" You laughed. Copia nodded. "Si. It drove my brothers crazy."

Just then, the door opened and there stood Terzo, a smirk on his painted face. "Ah, Fratello. You've finally found a girlfriend, si?" he teased, making Copia blush profusely. "Shut up," he muttered, making you laugh. Terzo then turned to you. "Anyways. Primo wants your help in the garden. He said your presence... helps him feel a little less old, or... something. I don't know, he likes having you around." You felt flattered that the most important people in the clergy appreciated you. "Oh yeah, of course. I love helping Primo," you said, got up from your chair, said goodbye to the two brothers, and head to the garden.

Once you left, Copia let out a huff. "Why'd you do that, stronzo? We were actually having a good time," he growled. Terzo chuckled. "Well, you can't hog her all to yourself. Some of us want to be with her too," he said. Copia rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he said again.

"So you like her?" Terzo grinned, crossing his arms. Copia's blush became even darker. "I... I think so. But if you tell anyone, I... I'll... eh..." Copia failed to come up with a threatening enough punishment. He sighed. "Yes. I like her." Terzo nodded. "I knew it." He sat down in the chair next to Copia. Copia looked at his brother. "What are you doing? Don't you have to be working?" he asked. "Oh, I think you just want me gone, eh," Terzo laughed. "Can't I just be with you for a little while? Why can't we be more like brothers, Cardinale?" he said.

Copia sighed. "Fine. But promise me not to tell anyone about my... love interest, okay?" he said. His voice and expression was so serious Terzo was straining himself from bursting into laughter. "Okay," he agreed, and they proceeded to ignore each other again as Copia put on his glasses and continued reading his book.

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𖤐To be continued𖤐

[fandomwe1rd0]

Rick and Morty meeting for the first time! From Morty's pov

Thanks @kitty-kootz for unintentionally motivating me to finish this!

I woke up with a jolt, I just heard a large crash, it sounded like it came from the garage, oh jeez…it wasn't robbers right? I nervously grabbed hold of a baseball bat dad gave me, he wanted us to play baseball soon but we never got around to it. I walked quietly, the floorboards quickly quietly with each step. I saw fire and a man with blue spikey hair in front of it, he looked tall, I couldn't pin down his exact height, but he couldn't of been less than 6 feet. He was pretty lanky and skinny with pretty long legs and arms. He looked over to Mom, he looked…old? He had wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. He had some drool? Alcohol? Something green on his bottom lip. He was wearing a blue shirt tucked into his brown pants, with a white lab coat draped over his shoulders. He looked like a stereotypical mad scientist, but with blue hair instead of white hair. It looked like he crashed something into our house, I couldn't tell what it was. Mom had tears in her eyes. I didn't know what to do. I just tugged mom's sleeve and said "M-mom…w-w-who is that?" she spoke her voice cracking lightly "T-that's your grandpa…h-h-he came back…" He locked his eyes on me, his gaze so sharp I thought it would cut through me. It sent shivers down my spine. I gulped and did an awkward wave before I quickly walked back to my room. That guy gave me the creeps, I mean Mom says he's my grandpa, but he's basically a stranger to me.

Our first breakfast with him was weird. Mom smiled as he introduced him "Kids, this is your grandpa, Rick! He finally went back into our lives!" She hugged him with a huge smile on her face. I couldn't help but notice that Rick slightly flinched, and I could've sworn that his body tensed up before he awkwardly hugged her back. Then she released him and happily said "Say hi to your grandpa kids!" Summer just looked down at her phone, texting "Oh hey I guess." He looked at me again with that same sharp intense gaze. I hated how his stare actually gave me goosebumps. I hated the way I flinched when his gaze was on me. I avoided eye contact, as I fidgeted and gulped, waving awkwardly, trying to hide the tremble in my voice, poorly, I tried to hide it with an over the top smile, why did I think that was a good idea? I stammered out "U-uh h-hi…" Ugh, I hate the way I stuttered when I'm nervous. Mom smiled "Dad, this is Summer, she's 17!" She said, happily putting her hands on Summer's shoulders while Summer just stayed guled to her phone. "And this is Morty! He's 14!" She continued, putting her hands on my shoulders. I flinched when Rick gave me that same glared. I gulped and awkwardly waved with another forced smile "Y-yeah…M-Morty that's me..heh…" as we all sat for breakfast, Mom happily said "Now we can all eat breakfast together like a real family!" I didn't really feel like eating…there was something about Rick that made me lose my appetite. I just played with my food to distract me from the stranger sitting at the table, sometimes pushing my food around to make it look like I ate some. Nobody else really talked either. Normally we'd all be talking about something, Dad's jobs, how Summer or I are doing in school, Mom's job, or something, anything. But everyone was just quiet.

Dad finally cleared his throat "Uhm…so Rick…uh…what do you do for a living? Will you help out with the rent?" Mom glared at Dad. "Jerry. We're more than happy to let him stay here for free. He's my father." Dad's eyes narrowed "He abandoned you." I sighed, I knew where this was going. I quickly got my backpack "I'll just wait for the bus…" Dad said "No. Rick's going to drive you." Rick spoke, his voice was gruff "School is a waste of time, Jerry. It's beneath me to take someone to school." Jerry narrowed his eyes at Rick "If you're staying here, you needs to do something." Mom glared at him "Jerry, he's more than welcome to-" I quickly shook my head "N-no! I-it's fine! I'll wait for the bus!" I quickly went out to wait for the bus. I just wanted to get out of there so I didn't have to hear Mom and Dad argue again. Honestly, Rick, I don't even want to call him grandpa, gives me the creeps. Whenever he would look at me, it would be with this weirdly intense gaze, like he's mad at me or something. I didn't like it. School was fine if I'm being honest, I wasn't really paying attention, I spent most of the day staring at Jessica, ugh I really need to stop that, I'm gonna flunk!

I was going to go home but then I heard Rick say "Hey, Morty right?" My body tensed up, I wasn't used to him saying my name, I cleared my throat "U-uh yeah…t-that's me…" He said "C'mon, I wanna show you some-burp-thing." I looked away and said "O-okay…" I nervously followed him, the garage already looked completely different. It was filled with gadgets, I had no idea what they did. Guess he made himself at home quickly. He led me to his bedroom, he had blueprints on the wall, and his bed had a green blanket. He said, "I'm going to show you something I don't show a lot of people." He took something out of his labcoat, it was white with a vial of green liquid at the top, it seemed to have a tiny black screen with a keypad. I tried to hide the interest in my voice when I said "What is that?" He said, "It's a por-burp-tal gun." I blinked "Portal…gun? L-like from that game portal?" Rick shrugged "Kinda, but less la-burp-me, you only need one por-burp-tal and it will teleport you wherever you wanna go, like think of some random place." I blinked "Uh…I dunno…Shoneys?" Rick made a portal, it was just a green swirl. Rick gestured toward it and I said "So I just…walk through it?" Rick shrugged "Pretty much." I gulped as I first stuck my hand through it, I pulled it out and then put it back in.. "What the…?" I stuck my whole head in and there it was, Shoneys. I fell backward out of the portal "I…how the?!" I kept moving in and out "How is that possible?!" Rick smirked as he tossed the portal gun up and caught it. "Wh-burp-at can I say? I'm pretty pro-burp-ud of this bad boy. We can go any-burp-where with this baby." He opened another portal "Now c'mon, I need to go get something." I sighed and walked through the portal.

[twice-inamillion]

Time With Family

TIS (78-79)

* Decided to put some of these chapters together to make easier to read. My parts are on the top and @coldfanbou ‘s comments are on the bottom. Easier to read both to understand. Hopefully this is easier to read.

Chapter 78:

You wake up and find yourself alone in bed and think that what happened the night before was just a dream. You walk to the living room and see Jihyo feeding Jisoo. You see Jihyo and find that she has this glow to her that makes you think that yesterday wasn’t a dream. You walk towards them and give both Jisoo and Jihyo a kiss. She tells you that she enjoyed last time and you blush. She said that she had a hard time getting up since she had cum all over her pussy and down her thighs. You then prepare breakfast and set the table. Dahyun joins, then Sana, and finally mina with her bed hair. She does her penguin walk all the way toward you and gives you a morning kiss. You kiss her back and kiss her belly on both sides, one for each baby. Mina says that she is craving meat, and Jihyo chuckles when she hears it. You serve everyone and sit down. Mina is holding her piece of bacon with two hands while eating like a chipmunk and Jihyo is with Jisoo in her arms and eating with the her free hand. You ask them what they want to do for the day and Jihyo says that she wants to set up a kiddy pull for Jisoo and for some of them to dip their feet in. Everyone agrees and you go to the store to buy a kiddy pool. You set it up and you see Jihyo coming out in a bathing suit and baby Jisoo with a one-piece and a little cap on. You pull out your phone and start to take pictures. Jihyo reminds you to push the start button the GoPro that’s on your head as well. You do and begin a photo shoot of Jihyo and Jisoo. You see Jisoo splashing the water while having her floaty on. You take all three, take a selfie and take one while kissing Jisoo on each cheek. Mina then comes out with a one-piece suit and a cardigan on as well. She dips her feet in the water and poses her the camera. Jihyo then asks mina if she wants to hold Jisoo while in the kiddie pool and she happily agrees. You take videos/pictures of them but not before mina pulls out a large sticker that says “one number one and baby number two.” You and Jihyo laugh while mina shows her gummy smile. The day continues as Dahyun and Sana are preparing for the side dishes while Jeongyeon arrives with the meat for the bbq. Jeongyeon arrives with the rest of the girls with her. Nayeon, momo, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu arrives and bring extra food and gifts. They all want to hold Jisoo and see how Mina is doing with her pregnancy. Everyone enjoys the bbq and play games until the sun sets.

“I treasure all the pictures and videos I've taken today. I check on Mina, asking how she's doing and if she needs anything right now. After that I would do the same with Dahyun, though that would be a little more awkward for me.”

Chapter 79:

During the get together, you also spent time with Mina. When she was holding Jisoo in the kiddie pool she said, “ i can’t wait for the twins to play like Jisoo in the kiddie pool. Just a few more months until they are born.” During the bbq, she wanted some attention and grabbed your hand and pulled you to the empty couch away from the party. You had your arm around her and your other hand on her belly. You moved it in circles and whispered to the belly. You told them to be safe and take care of their mother (Mina), and to behave well until dad gets back. She is tearing up as you say this. You ask her if she needs anything before you leave. She giggles and she wants you to cuddle with her at night. You agree and you tell her you will be there later on today.

“After talking to Mina I'll awkwardly try to talk to Dahyun, to see how she's doing/what she's thinking. I hope that she's doing well, and isn't feeling too bad. (I'm loving these fluffy bits)

[lieutenant-amuel]

Boop.

Okay, I love Tumblr and I love boops so I decided to write something very silly since this is the first thing that hit my head when I woke up in the morning.

Summary: Ángel celebrates the Day of Laughter in Avalor and spreads the spirit of its main tradition all across the kingdom.

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Today was the first day of April. Just a normal day, no special from others, as the majority of Avalorans would say.

But not Ángel.

As soon as the sun rays touched Ángel’s face through the window, his face was lit up with a mischievous smile. He threw away the blanket and tiptoed to Nube who was sleeping next to his desk. He snickered upon looking at his dog’s peaceful muzzle and reached out his hand to his nose, playfully tapping the tip.

“Boop!” Ángel exclaimed, and Nube shook his head, looking at his owner narrow-eyed. “Today is the day!”

Ángel hugged Nube and left the room, jumping on the stair railing and swiftly sliding down straight to the first floor as his cheerful shouts Woohoo! Today is the day! were spreading all across his house. He landed on the carpet in the living room and rushed to the kitchen where his father was already preparing breakfast.

“I see you’re in a good mood today, Ángel.”

Señor Suarez and Ángel embraced each other and booped each other’s noses at the same time.

“Boop!”

They both laughed, and Señor Suarez put the plates on the table to start eating.

“Today is the happiest day in the year, I’m so excited!” Ángel mumbled with his mouth full and spread his arms, nearly dropping a meatball from the fork. “I’m gonna boop everyone today, even the strangers, this is the day when everyone needs to smile!”

Ángel devoured his breakfast, got ready for school, and left the house. Señor Garcia waited for him to get him to school, and Ángel greeted him with a playful boop.

“Three boops so far!” Ángel laughed, and Señor Garcia looked at him with a gentle smile.

***

At school, as Ángel planned, he booped everyone he met on his way.

Younger students. Each of them giggled at this sign of affection and booped Ángel back, even if not everyone understood this tradition.

Older students. They were either irritated or delighted by Ángel and gladly booped him back.

His classmates and closest friends. Everyone. But he wasn’t done yet since he had even more ambitious plans today.

Gabriel was sitting at the desk, and as soon as Ángel noticed him, he knew who was going to be his next target.

“Boop!” Ángel laughed, and Gabriel frowned, looking at the bridge of his nose.

“I should have expected that,” Gabriel chuckled, and booped Ángel back. “I see you’re still following this tradition.”

“Of course I am! And today I’m gonna raise the bar.” Ángel showed the paper on which a few names were listed. “Today I’m gonna boop our teachers too!”

Gabriel looked through the list and pursed his lips. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t think they’ll understand you.”

“There’s just one way to find out! Oh Señor Cortez!” Ángel approached the math teacher and dropped his notebook on the floor. “Oopsie daisy, I’m so clumsy!”

Ángel stared at confused Señor Cortez and awkwardly dropped and raised his eyes, waiting for his teacher to pick up the notebook. Upon hearing Gabriel’s wheezing laughter, ringing behind his back, he realized that his scheme had failed and picked up the notebook himself.

“Excuse me.”

Ángel came back to his desk and slapped Gabriel's shoulder to make him stop laughing, but his friend kept wheezing.

“What was that?” Gabriel choked, putting his hand over his chest, and wiped away the tear of joy.

Ángel wasn’t going to explain what his plan was since Gabriel wouldn't even listen to him. His answer would drown in his hysterical laughter.

***

After the class Ángel wasn’t going to give up on booping his teachers. He didn’t succeed first time, but he was sure he’d get lucky next time. He was moving along the corridor, turning his head from one side to another in search for his next “victim.” Finally he noticed Señor Álvarez and quickly ran up to him, dropping his notebook on the floor next to his teacher’s feet.

“Oh sorry, Señor Álvarez! I'm so clumsy.”

They both knelt down, and Señor Álvarez picked up the notebook. He was going to hand it to Ángel, but suddenly he felt how he tapped his nose.

“Boop!”

Ángel laughed and abruptly broke off when he noticed his teacher’s confused face.

Maybe Gabriel was right and it wasn’t a good idea after all...

Señor Álvarez chuckled and handed the notebook to him, booping him back.

“Boop. Happy Day of Laughter to you too, Ángel.” Señor Álvarez smiled and was going to leave but Ángel stopped him.

“Wait! Do you know this tradition too?”

Señor Álvarez nodded. “I remember when I was a kid, I always followed this tradition on the first day of April and booped my school friends. Not all of them were amused, but I'm sure they actually enjoyed it.”

Ángel laughed and looked at Señor Álvarez as his teacher wasn’t done with his story yet.

“My mother told me about this tradition. I studied in the boarding school so we never got a chance to follow it together. However, we decided to exchange letters on this day. There was nothing but the word ‘boop’ written on them, and every year it brought us so much joy.”

A soft smile shone on Ángel’s face, and slowly his smile turned into a sad one.

“It was my mom who told me about this tradition too. We loved celebrating the Day of Laughter together. She’s always been so funny.” Ángel’s voice quieted down, and after a while he continued, “And actually you gave me a great idea! Thank you, Señor Álvarez!”

Señor Álvarez smiled, and Ángel waved him goodbye. He quickly entered the classroom and took his seat to start writing a letter. He fiddled with a pen in his hand and wrote just one word boop. Ángel put the letter into an envelope and fidgeted on his chair as he was already excited for the moment he would take it to the post office.

Ángel smiled upon looking at the letter and whispered, tapping on the paper with his finger.

Boop. Happy Day of Laughter, Mamá.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

okay so warning to everyone: MAJOR ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS so if you haven't done it yet, scroll away!

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It had been months since you've last heard of your dear Harbinger, no news and lots of rumors that he had perished in battle would flit in and out of your hearing range. You've decided you had enough, and proceed to leave for the city of wisdom instead and maybe distract yourself (who are you even kidding, you want answers and the first place to get them is in the city renowned for wisdom)

You take in the Akasha terminal and go on about your usual routine.

But something is... off.

You wake up, prepare breakfast, Childe comes by and gives you your morning kiss before settling down to eat and talk about your plans for tomorrow. He leaves and you go on about your business and work, the sun sets and he's home once again, greeting you with another kiss. You both skip making dinner and head out to eat at Third Round Knockout before some dumbass makes rude gestures at you and Childe puts him in his place. You were both giggling like lunatics when you head home and sleep soundly in his arms and to the long tune of a beep and--

You wake up, prepare breakfast, Childe comes by and gives you your morning kiss before settling down to eat--

But then your morning was ruined by a giant moth monster clambering your table, ruining the delicacies. You turn to childe only to find him missing as the monster whimpers and beeline for you.

Scared, you run and run and hide from it--

You wake up to a horrible nightmare of something chasing you. You sigh and turn to your side only to find your ginger lover missing.

And then your door is knocked down by the same moth creature--

It whimpers pathetically and you pause your terror and act at the weird noise. You have a feeling you know it, that you shouldn't be scared of it and against your better judgement, you approach it. You see fear and relief in its lone eye as it rubs its head awkwardly and affectionately at your thighs before making a lonely shrill and hugging you.

Its very familiar.

Suddenly you feel it tense and look at your in panic as a loud beep goes over your ears and you swear you could hear it scream your name--

You wake up feeling tired.

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When Childe had learned of your departure towards Sumeru, he immediately went straight to the city of wisdom to search for you. What he was greeted with was a city in lockdown and the sages apparently doing some shady stuff.

He contacted one of the Harbingers regarding this matter only to receive no answer and a stern "don't interrupt"

So he interrupted.

It took long, long resets before he managed to find your space where you were the host. It didn't help that he had to navigate with his Foul Legacy and a monster in an escapade of dreams just spelled disaster. The few times he had reached you, he was immediately seen with terror and confusion.

You don't know that you are in a dream.

But Childe wouldn't give up, even if he had to keep reminding you slowly, if he had to beg just for you to look at him, he would do it.

Afterall, how long had you waited for him? He thinks that in comparison, this little loop is nothing to your patience with his own.

OHOHOHOHOOH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY *CHEF'S KISS* SCRUMPTIOUS THANK YOU ANON <333

you wake up feeling tired.

in the past it'd be hardly unusual, but ever since you began sleeping next to Childe your sleep has been deep and restful, wrapped in your lover's embrace, so to wake up with an air of exhaustion hanging over your head makes you blink in confusion. you shake your head, slightly dazed. it's nothing, today will be a normal day aside from the tiredness, you're sure.

but you're not sure. something feels off. although Childe is by your side, he's strangely wooden and flat, eyes even more dull than usual. he does nothing unless you tug him along, trailing behind you, his hand cold in your own grip, and when you ask him to give you a moment alone he simply nods and walks away.

the word "lifeless" crosses your mind, and you shiver, rubbing your eyes tiredly. something- a dream, or perhaps a memory- pulls at the corners of your mind as you slump onto a bench, massaging your temples and wincing when pain sparks through your head.

you're... so tired, so tempted to just lay down and fall asleep on this uncomfortable bench, but you're yanked out of your stupor when you hear a very strange, very familiar chirping sound and an enormous moth-like monster emerges from the city and darts towards you. it slows when approaching, holding its claws up like it wants to hold and reassure and comfort you, shield you from the world. but it doesn't touch you, keeping a fair distance while looking at you with a shining, pleading eye, the color of the deepest sea.

your body yells to run, but your mind tells you to stay, and on a whim you extend a hand and brush the creature's palm with your fingers. the relief in the croon it emits makes your heart ache as it wraps your hand in its own, holding you like you're something delicate and precious.

tentatively you ruffle the monster's ginger hair and it weeps, leaning into your touch like a lifeline. you sweep aside a single lock of white amongst the copper, and something sparks and clears the miasma in your brain.

"...Childe?" it's near-silent, the way you say his name, and full of hope that's just waiting to be dashed to the ground, and when he nods and kneels to meet your height so you can properly hug him you feel like crying, too.

your fingers are gently ghosting over his mask-like face when you hear a beep, too close to your ears, and Childe screeches and desperately wraps you up in his arms-

you barely muster the energy to wake up.

[den-shosha]

Tony Stark turning villain x Villain male reader

Your friendship with Tony Stark was a well kept secret, because if anyone knew, both of you would be in deep trouble. It was also an impossible one; you the villain and him the hero.

Until you saw the first cracks. Until you realized that maybe, just maybe, you two could be on the same side.

Tw mention of PTSD, nightmares, manipulatives tendencies,

This is the first part. That part isnalmost 2 000 words ( like I think I'm missing 20) and we are barely at the half. So I decided to split in 2. The way it's going, it might be around 4 000 word 😂.

I also prefer splitting it so it is easier to read for my fellow Adhd reader.

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Sunrise painted New York in gold and flames. The streets were already busy with workers going to their jobs and the others finally going home after a long night. Everyone lived in their own world; cellphones stuck on their ear, or headphones busting music no one else wanted to hear. They all shared the same blank face.

Then, there was you; a shadow walking in theirs. Not a soul noticed you, none cared about your existence. Just the way you liked it. 

Burning coffees in hands, you headed straight for the new Stark's Tower. Hopefully, the Avengers were not visiting Tony and you two could share a calm morning. With your opposite sides, you sadly didn't see each other as much as you would have liked. Tony being a hero and you a well-known villain, you could not be seen together. 

What a weird friendship. 

But you loved it. 

You remembered clearly the day you two bounded; New York was, surprisingly, being attacked by Aliens. Again. Good things never change, right? 

You were busy trying to not end up dead when you saw the Iron Man pass above you, followed by a dozen of enemies. He was alone, his costumes damaged by the attacks. You immediately knew Iron Man was damned if no one came to his help.

Why did you run to his rescue, even you don't know. 

But you are happy you did.

As you arrive at Stark Tower, you look around you. No sign of any Avengers. 

  - "Hello Y/n, Sir. How are you today?" Ask Friday's voice, almost making you jump out of your skin.

- "Pretty good, Fri' and you?" You try to ignore your heart pounding in your chest

  - "Definitely better than you, Sir. Sorry for the scare. You'll be happy to know, that none of Sir's teammates will be around for a few days. However, Miss Potts will be here around five p.m and early in the morning. She and Sir are currently arguing in the meeting room. May I escort you to safety?"

Blinky a few times, you watched the doors open, inviting you in. God, you both loved and hates the sarcastic A.I. Because who wants to awkwardly wait in a room while your friend fights his girlfriend in the next? You apparently.

  - "Alright, lead the way Fri'." You sigh.

After a few minutes of following Friday's lead, you entered what could be called a mix between a living room and a kitchen. There was a luxurious sofa and a home theater, but also a fridge, an oven, and a table with all the necessary to cook. 

  - "Well... Say Fri', if I cook breakfast, do you think Tony will eat it?" You asked, posing the coffee cups on the table. 

  - "Unlikely, Sir." 

  - "Yeah, that's what I thought. Anything I could do to make him feel better? Or is that unlikely too?" This time, Friday did not answer. "I see. Guess I'll find something to occupy his mind. What if I disassembled the TV? Hey Friday, are there any tools around?"

  - "In the closet at your left Sir."

  - "Thanks! Let's make a mess for Tony, pretty girl" you chuckled, grabbing the tools.

An eternity later, or what felt like it, you heard shooting voices down the hallway. One masculine seemed to plaid to the feminine one who, angry, refused to listen more. Next, a door was closed so hard you swore you felt the floor shake. A few seconds later, Tony entered the room, his eyes tearing up.

You stared at each other, you eyeing him up and down, worried about what you were seeing and him processing the fact you sat on the floor surrounded by what used to be his TV. The silence was deafening, neither him nor you daring to break it. Frozen in place, you even wondered what to do. 

Tony was only the shadow of the man you last saw; his clothes were all too big for him. The black circles under his eyes had him look like someone punched him in each, twice. The genius also looked dead tired and about to break. 

  - "So, I guess you won't want to pass some quality time with me by rebuilding your TV?" You finally got the courage to ask.

  - "You're a fucking idiot. Why did you..."

  - "Well, you see, it's quite funny! I know you love creating and assembling things, and Friday told me about you and your girl fighting, so... I thought you would like to change your mind, and rebuilding a TV seemed a good idea back then."

Tony just stared at you, processing everything you just said. With a sigh, and rolling his eyes,  he closed the door behind him. 

  - "I hope you bought coffee."

  - "On the table gorgeous. Just reheat it. Mind bringing me mine?"

  - "After what you did to my TV? Get off your ass and come take it yourself." Tony half snapback and you bite your cheek.

  - "Rude, man!" You chuckle, but it sounds wrong. Because there is nothing funny about seeing Tony so upset for such a little thing. "So, what the fuck happened? Did she find a picture of you with Victoria's angel?" You ask, grabbing your coffee before purring it in a clean mug.

  - "My armor almost broke her wrist this night, because I was having a nightmare and I don't know if she is still my 'girlfriend' or if everything is over." Tony slammed the microwave's door, before hiding his face in his hand.

  - "I... I... Damn, you made an armor you can control while out of it? That incredible!"

  - "You're kidding right?" Tony asked, staring at you in disbelief. "There is no way you can find it 'incredible'!"

  - "Tony, dear, you blasted me off a rooftop and it was the hottest thing you have ever done to me" you replied, pointing at him with your index. "So I ain't going to be frightened by an empty armor potentially breaking my wrist."

Tony Stark gaped at you, trying to come up with a reply, but found none. Instead, the hero took his coffee once the microwave finished reheating it. The man then headed to the mess left in his living room.

Smirking victoriously, you did the same.

- "So, you started having nightmares again. I hope your girl helps you with them. I know how exhausting it can be, both physically and -"

  - "I stop you right there mate, no one is supporting me. No one cares about my nightmare or what I have to say about them" Tony cut you, voice slightly shaking with anger. "I've been told to stop being dramatic, to get over it, that we won!" You watch as his knuckles turn white on the screwdriver. 

  - "Well, your friends sound like assholes." You replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "Tony, you've been through hell back and forth I don't know how many times. Of course, you are going to have nightmares. You can't just get over so many traumatic experiences by snapping your fingers, or acting as if nothing happened. What... Those... I mean you call them your friends? Tony are you serious?" 

  - "Of course I do! We are friends" You can hear Tony trying to not snap at you, but you don't care.

- "Well, it's a one-sided friendship! Because if they really were, your friends I mean, they would not be saying those things."

Abandoning the tools he was using, Tony grabbed his mug before getting on his feet and pointing a finger at you.

- "Enough with..." Tony agitated his hands in the air, "with whatever you are trying to do." The man doesn't even try to hide his anger anymore

- "What I'm trying to do is to get you to open your eyes, Tony. I dare you to prove me wrong." You replied, stepping closer to the billionaire, a smirk on your lips. "Go on, defend them, Tony."

Anthony Stark only stares at you, his coffee mug shacking in his hand. Tears threaten to escape his eyes, but the hero fights them off. It pains you to cause him so much lain, like a knife in your heart, but you also know you are right.

- "Steve... Steve wouldn't lie to me. He despises liars! So of course he won't -"

- "Then why won't he tell you what or who he is chasing, using your money?" You cut him, chuckling "He always avoids the question, telling you to trust him. C'mon Tony, you can do better."

- "Natasha -" his voice is already losing its biting

- "Is a trained assassin. She'll put a bullet between your eyes in a second if the S.H.I.L.D asked her to." You get closer and Tony steps back until his back hit the wall. Putting your hands on each side of his head, you get yours closer until your nose brushes his. "C'mon Tony. When did your so-called friends get your back? When did they take a blast for you? Surrounded for you? Trusted you?" You chase away a tear with your thumb. "When do they seek your presence as I do? Do they ever risk their freedom just to be with you, like me? Do they ever stop asking for more? More money, more technology, more everything... Do they ever thank you?" 

- "Please, stop..." You hear him beg before you cup his face in your hands, letting his tears wet them.

- "We both know the answer, Tony. No."

A broken sob escaped Tony's lips as you took him in a tight hug. You heard his mug shattering on the ground before his hands grabbed your shirt and Tony buried his head against your shoulder. Petting his head, you whispered in his ear;

- "They would sacrifice you for the smallest of victory, but I would burn the world to a crisp to protect you." Tony's grip tightened on your shirt. "It's the difference between them and I Tony. You are barely a provider for their need. Someone they can use to have whatever they want. And if something goes wrong, you are the perfect scapegoat." You hug him closer to you as his sobs get harsher and tear wet you. "But I don't care about your money, Tony; I have my own. You are all that matters. I love our little conversations, seeing your eyes light up when you take the time to explain things to me." You smiled, pinching gently his side. "I love when we pass time together, building little things like that toaster."

Slowly, giving Tony time to stop you, you take him in your arms. Hands-on his thighs, surprised he lets you do as you please, you carry him to the sofa where you sit with him on your lap. As he cried, you gently scratch his scalp and caress his back.

Those cracks in his trust toward his friends, and his girlfriend, could switch the balance. Maybe, just maybe, you could yourselves on the same side. Or at least, have Tony stop being an Avengers.

You hated yourself, however, for using Tony's weak state to manipulate him in this way. But it was a perfect time; his love was angry at him, and his friends doing shitty things behind his back. They had it coming!

You stay like this for what felt like an hour before realizing Tony stopped crying but wasn't moving.

- "Tony? Are you ok?" You asked, gently chasing his hair from his face, only to realize he fell asleep. "Guess I can't move now hm... Good dreams Tony" you smiled, closing your eyes.

A nap didn't sound so bad after all.

"Loving him is a sin; of that I’m fully aware. But a sinner I am."

Bella Jewel, Number Thirteen

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and now it's time to play that ancient game of mine -- moments in my fanfic scribblings that wound up kinda mirroring canon!!

(this is totally just for my own amusement. don't mind me!)

ofmd 204 & 205 spoilers!

this was my fix-it fic that i wrote in a deranged haze the day after 1.09 & 1.10 aired, and then never posted because there were a few small transition scenes in between all the meaty emotional stuff that i was just too lazy to ever finish up. upon rereading, i actually kinda like it and wish i'd finished it though!!! maybe i will one day, and just post it as a historical relic from march '22.

*****

(Ed and Stede meet at last!)

“What’ve you been up to?”

“You haven’t heard?”

“I’ve heard a bit. But I’d rather hear it from you.”

“Oh, you know. Plundering, pillaging, being the punishment this sorry world deserves. That sort of thing.”

“Very neat. And what’s with the–” Stede gestures awkwardly to his own chin.

Ed touches his kohl-painted face. “Wasn’t going to wait for it to grow back in before I got back out there. I’d wasted enough time.”

“Right, yes.” Stede lets out a wistful, slight laugh. “I was starting to get used to your bare face.”

“Really? That’s not what scared you away?”

“I wasn’t scared away.”

“Oh, so you just decided to abandon me for some other reason. That’s great. It feels great, knowing that. Life’s so much better now than it was ten seconds ago. Wait. Fuck.” Ed stands abruptly, shaking the table. “I swore I wasn’t going to do this. I’m fucking Blackbeard, I’m the kraken, I’m hell on waves, I eat babies for breakfast.”

“Oh, Edward.” Stede stares up at him, aghast. “Please tell me you haven’t had a breakfast baby.”

“Obviously I didn’t really,” Ed says impatiently. “It’s just an alliteration thing. It’s the vibes.”

Stede puts a hand to his heart and exhales. “Thank God.”

(okay, with this one i mostly just wanted the breakfast baby joke to finally see the light of day. but there's a slight overlap!)

*****

(Ed and Stede make up very quickly, and then try to make the crew feel cool about that!)

“Hey, Blackbeard.”

“Hey, Black Pete.”

“Oh, it’s just Pete now.”

“Cool, cool. I guess it’s just Ed now, too.”

“Welcome back, Ed. If I could just, uh, say one thing?”

“Sure, mate, what’s up?”

“VENGEANCE!!!” Pete screams, and pushes Ed overboard.

The crew bursts into cheers.

Stede can’t really fault them, all things considered.

“That was just a bit of vengeance for you, babe,” Pete tells Lucius.

“Thanks, babe.”

*****

Once a sopping-wet Ed’s been recovered, there’s the general consensus from all non-Stede crew members that he’s going in the brig.

“We’re really happy for you, Captain,” says Frenchie, “but he’s been a menace.”

“Obviously acting out of deep-rooted pain and some unprocessed childhood trauma,” says Lucius magnanimously. “But all the same, he’s been a massive bitch.”

“I think everyone should get a turn punching him in the face,” says Jim.

“Nobody’s punching anybody!” Stede says, in his clipped captain’s orders! tone. “But you’re right. I’m sorry, Ed; the people have spoken, and the brig it is.”

“No, I get it.” Ed holds up his hands in surrender. “Super fair. And hey, Jim, you can go ahead and punch me if you like.”

“They won’t punch you, they’ve just got hurt feelings–”

Stede is cut off by Jim punching Ed right in the stomach.

Wow. They really don’t waste any time.

“Sucker punch,” breathes Ed through what must be a dizzying amount of pain. “See, I was expecting the face, ‘cause you said the face–”

“Surprise,” says Jim.

****

and this is from a fic i actually posted! [x]

Stede decides to risk getting shot, and puts a hand on his arm. They stand still together. “I wish I’d gotten it right the first time. But this, right now, it’s the next best thing we’ve got. I’ll keep fighting if you want to fight, and I’m pretty sure my crew and I will win our ship back from you and your sorry lot within the week–”

“Pfft.”

“--but while we’re fighting, Ed, just know that I lo–”

But before he can say the words, Ed interrupts. “Nope. Don’t.”

“But I–”

“No.” Ed meets his eyes. “I mean it, mate.”

Stede listens. He lifts his hand from Ed’s arm. “That’s all right. You must know what I mean, if you don’t want me to say it that badly.”

“Of course I want you to say it,” Ed mutters. “That’s the problem.”

“Ah, right. Terrible.”

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 4

August 23rd, 2034

[4 weeks, 5 days since beginning of Chapter 3]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: none?

Words: 1920

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Raines POV:

Today is the first day of patrol. Maria was super impressed at the gun range and she gave me a week before doing the real patrol job, just making sure I was ready to be around new people, taking me out to eat and shit.

It's been difficult, but I need to pull my head out of my ass.

I woke up early, 6am, patrol started at 7am, but Maria wanted me to eat beforehand. I brushed out the knots in my hair and brushed my teeth, got dressed, just jeans and a black tanktop, as it was still summertime, and my black canvas shoes.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and equipped my holster around my theigh for my gun.

"Hey Maria" I said in a sleepy voice, rubbing my eyes, making my way into the kitchen where Maria sat at the stool infront the counter.

"Hey, you seem tired. You sure you're still up for it?" she said, sipping something out of a steaming mug.

"Yeah yeah, i'm sure- it's just early"

She nodded, "you want some?" she gestured to her cup, "uh, what is it?"

"Coffee" she smiled proud, "oh, no thanks, never had it. Wouldn't wanna waste any"

"You sure you don't wanna try? It has caffeine in it, get you out of your tired mood"

"Not really, i'll be fine with water."

"Would you rather us go to get breakfast or me make you something?"

"Uh.."

Well I would definitely rather stay here to get food, but I should probably go out to eat so i'm not too overwhelmed with meeting this Jesse guy.

"Let's go out?"

Maria smiled, she gulped down the last splashes of her coffee, placing the now empty mug on the table, "i'm glad you said that"

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After I ate only half my food, since it felt like i was gonna puke if I ate anymore, me and Maria left to go to the stables.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't finish it.." I practically mumbled to her as we walked

"What? No. Don't be. You probably have lots of anxiety right now and i'm proud that you even tried. I'm also very proud that you're going out of your comfort zone to do this job."

I felt confused. Why is Maria so nice to me?

she wouldn't be if she knew the real me.

I stayed quiet. Thinking of how happy her words made me feel and thinking of how much I didn't deserve to feel that happiness.

"Hey" Maria waved to the guy who worked at the stables once we arrived, "We're gonna have you take this guy. We found her injured a few months ago but shes healed since, and fully trained. She's a good girl who was in need of an owner. She doesn't have a name yet either, so feel free to name her. This will be both of you guys first time on patrol" Maria smiled, as she handed me the horses rein.

I nodded, getting up on the horse. "perfect, now just follow me" Maria said softly, I followed next to her slowly riding my horse until we made it to infront the exist, I saw 7 other people on horses. They all looked to range from ages 18-30.

"Sorry for the wait. We got new patrol people, this is Raine" Maria introduced me to everyone, as I shyly waved. It felt weird considering i've been in town for weeks now, and yet I only know about 6 people, 2 of them I dont even know the names of.

"Hey Raine! I'm Jesse" one of the people said, it was the guy closest to me and looked to be the same age as me. His smile was gentle and he seemed nice. Maybe this won't be too bad.

"Hi" I awkwardly said, unsure of what else to say as he already knew my name.

"Great, I hope you two become friends as you'll be working together from now on, that is if everything goes well, but im certain it will."

Maria continued to talk about saftey precautions and which partner group was taking which route, Jesse already had taken this route before from when he had did group patrol, so I was basically just gonna have to follow him.

Once the gate opened, every partner group went separate ways, and it was just me and Jesse.

"So, I heard you came in weeks ago and was in the hospital for awhile. I also heard you got out of it weeks ago, where you've been?" Jesse asked in a curious tone, glancing to the side to look at me for my answer. When I opened my mouth nothing came out, he spoke up before I could make an embarrassing scene. "Sorry, that could be very personal, I dont wanna overstep anything.."

"Uh- no it's fine. I- I was just um.. I mean, I was in a coma? So I was recovering.. from it.. i've been staying at Maria and Tommy's place."

God, I sound so fucking stupid. Also im lying. I've been done recovering, i've just been staring at the wall in bed letting my own thoughts consume me.

"Oh, thats cool. Maria and Tommy are nice dudes."

It was awkward silence since I didn't know how to reply, and by the time I thought of just saying 'yeah' it was too late to reply.

"So what's it like being in a coma? I heard you dream some weird stuff- oh, and when people visited you, could you hear them?"

I softly smiled at his excited banter, he actually felt nice to be around and didn't make me that type of uncomfortable yet.

"Uhh, no weird dreams that I remember. Just was sorta blank. And, I wouldn't know. It's not like anyone vistied me"

"What do you mean? Of course she vi-" Jesse started saying, but stopped talking in the middle of his sentance. I scrunched my brows confused.

"Uhh.. sorry," he let out a dry chuckle, "forgot what I was gonna say"

What the fuck was that about?

I nodded, feeling awkward.

"Uhhhmm. So what made you wanna do patrol?"

Jesse asked, "Oh, just thought i'd be good and could help out."

"Nice.." Jesse nodded looking at me, as I stared down at my horses mane. "same.." he said, stretching out the A.

"Welp, Maria had us take a short route since its our first time and we're young, so.. here we are"

Jesse said, once we made it some office type building.

I didn't say anything, we entered it and Jesse signed us in. "You don't talk much, do you?"

"Guess not."

He nodded, pukering his lips and blowing air out. "Hey, you wanna know a fun fact about me?"

"Uh.. not really?" I asked, confused of why he kept trying to talk to me as we searched the building. "Can I tell you anyway?"

I shrug, not caring.

"Okay, well, my girlfriend, is actually the one that found you. You know, like right before you passed out in that coma."

My eyebrow's scrunched, and my face visibly showed confusion. What is he talking about? Ellie was the one that found me and shes not into gu-

"Dina, is her name"

Oh right. They were in groups.

I nodded, "Nice" I said not knowing how else to respond. "I think you and Dina could be friends. You'll have to meet her one of these days"

"No thanks" I said, cutting him off. He looked at me confused, "Oh- I just meant, i'm not really.. a social person, and meeting you is enough for me.. for awhile.."

His confusion dropped as he understood. "Gotcha. Well, still, it's a small town, you're gonna have to meet her eventually. But yeah, sure, take your time"

The rest of the patrol was boring silence broken up with Jesse throwing in information about himself that I didn't need to know. He even told me his shoe size? He's kinda weird. But definitely better then most, he wasn't being weird to me in that way at all and I feel like I could relax around him.

We finished the job and made it back to Jackson. It only took us a few hours since we had a short and recently cleared route. We didn't run into any infected or anything.

The people at the gates said hello to Jesse and welcomed us back, I figured that they didn't know my name. We rode to the stables, the stables were empty except for the same person working from before, and a black haired girl standing off to the side, looking as if she was waiting for something. She looked odly familiar.

Jesse was infront of me when I heard the girl speak up excitedly, "Jesse! How was it?"

Jesse smiled, "Hey Dina,"

So thats her? Fuck I hope Jesse doesnt try and make me introduce myself.

"It was pretty chill, we had a short route and no trouble. No infected or anything."

Jesse got off his horse and put the horse in its assigned stable, while I did the same. I saw from the corner of my eye Jesse and Dina hugging.

I could feel their eyes on me once they stopped hugging. "Raine? This is Dina"

I took a breath before turning around, "Hi" I mumbled, barley audible. "Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm glad to see you up!"

Are you though?

I nodded slightly, pressing a fake smile that I thought was convincing when in reality it wasnt at all, and then turned around to leave.

Once I left the stables and was out of their view, I heard Jesse apologizing for my behavior.

Why the fuck do I act like that?

I speed walked to Marias with my head down, feeling my heart pump fast. My cheeks were red from embarrassment.

Once I got to the house, Maria was already in the living room, and was alerted by me slamming the door shut that I was back.

She got off from the couch and ran over to me, "Raine? Whats wrong, did you get hurt? Did you get bit?" Maria asked me in a calm voice, but you could hear panic and worry behind it.

"No- no im fine-" I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks grow more red from being even more embarrassed, since I was starting to have a hard time breathing over it.

"Well what's wrong? Was it too soon to go out?"

I shook my head, bringing my hands to cover my face, "No, I just- I dont know, I think it was just- alot, for such a short time." I breathed out, pushing past Maria to get water from the kitchen.

"Oh, i'm sorry hun, are you gonna hold off on patrol for awhile, or are you gonna stick with it?"

She asked, following behind me to the kitchen.

"No- I can still do it. Im fine. Tomorrow at the same time?"

She nodded, "Are you sure? How was Jesse? Do you want to switch him for someone else?"

I immediately shook my head no. That would just cause more trouble, and I would have to meet another person.

Before Maria could talk more, I took my water and went to my room.

[dean-samw67]

A Fairy Tail writer😭 I thought they went extinct😟 If you're still taking requests for it, how about Gray x fem!reader who has a cold intolerance? How would they work around that?

Cold Intolerance

Gray Fullbuster x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Jealousy

Hi! No, I am not extinct just finally got back into the fandom after so long! Thank you so much for the request Anon. I apologize if I wrote the cold intolerance badly. I hope you enjoy this!

Words: 2387

Everyone knew you and Gray were a couple. It was hard to tell at first, considering you both never touched much. Not even to hold hands. Most people from outside the relationship thought it was strange. I mean why would you be in a relationship with someone you don’t even touch? 

You and Gray hit it off pretty quickly when you joined Fairy Tail. You connected very well in many ways. You both had an undeniable emotional connection, and were very good at helping each other through hard times. The two of you could constantly laugh for hours together. You loved to go on dates and spend quality time together. 

Though, it was hard to admit that it did upset you that there was a lack of physical touch between the two of you. Sometimes you were able to sneak in a peck on the lips or a quick rub on his arm before having to retract back. And let's be honest, his stripping habit made it a pain because it decreased the chance of you being able to touch him. 

You had no idea why but you were always so sensitive to the cold. And just a few minutes of Gray holding you could cause you to shiver. It was rough to say the least, and it made the relationship hard to continue sometimes. Not because it isn’t good or anything but because sometimes it just isn’t easy.

You were happy, of course. Gray did everything in his power to make you happy. He would buy you flowers regularly so you always had ones in your vase, on your table at your apartment. He took you out to eat once a month at least. He would have movie nights with you every weekend. He even brought you on jobs with his team. Your apartment was scattered with different gifts he had bought for you. You had a box of letters he had written for you. He tried everything he could to make up for the fact that you can’t touch him for long. 

You would do the same thing back. Buying him little gifts and making him things just to make up for the fact that your body seems to not be able to handle the cold. You loved making him breakfast in the mornings and cooking dinner with him. You did everything you could to show him love in other ways. 

You were sitting at the bar talking with Mira about the few new guild members that have joined. It was always nice seeing the guild grow. 

“So, how have you and Gray been doing?” Mira questions as she dries off one of the mugs. 

“What, can’t get your fill of gossip elsewhere?” You laugh. 

She looks at me with a smile, “Just asking.” 

“We’re okay.” You nod as you look down at your half empty glass

“Still having a hard time since you two don’t touch much?” 

“You make it sound worse than it is.” You scoff, leaning back in the bar stool. “He’s so understanding. I get it’s not his fault he is so cold. I just wish it was different, you know?” 

“I’m sure you will figure something out.” That was the nice thing about Mira. She always tried looking on the bright side no matter what the situation was. 

“Yeah. You’re probably right.” You spin the stool around until the back hits the bar and you are looking out at the abundance of people in the guild. Your eyes spot the dark haired mage that you loved so much. You grip the side of the bar stool, beside your hip as you take in the scene. One of the new girls was talking with him while he clutched a bouquet of flowers to his chest. She reaches up and rubs her hand down his arm, stopping at his hand and holding it there. 

You could see Gray chuckle, awkwardly, before pulling his hand back and taking a step away from her. He shakes his head and puts his hand up, as if he was telling her no, while he was talking, before pointing over at you. You quickly whip around to face Mira again, acting like you weren’t just watching this random ass girl flirt with your boyfriend. You look back down at your drink as Gray walks up beside you. 

“Hey beautiful.” He smiles before placing a quick peck to your cheek which sent shivers down your body as you pull the jacket you were wearing, which happened to be one Gray gave to you, closer to your body. “Sorry.” He mumbles before holding out the bouquet to you. You turn the stool to face him and take them. 

“They’re beautiful.” You offer a small smile. Something about seeing him with that other girl made you feel sick to your stomach but it made you think. He could probably be happier with someone else. I mean you barely could touch him or hold him or even kiss him because of this issue. You knew one day it was going to become more of an issue but it’s not something you liked to think of often. 

“You alright?” Gray’s question snaps you back to reality. 

You nod and laugh like it was a stupid question. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem upset by something. What’s the issue?” He takes a seat in the bar stool beside you. “You know you can’t lie to me. You are bad at hiding your feelings.” 

“It’s nothing, sweetie.” You shake your head before looking him in the eyes. 

“Okay. I won’t push it. But please, don’t hesitate to talk to me.” 

“I won’t.” There you go lying again. Why? To not hurt his feelings? You get out of the seat and place some jewel on the counter as a tip for Mira. You know she never expected to be paid but it was something you did for her hard work. “I was supposed to meet Lucy at her house. Girls day.” Another lie. I mean not completely. You were going to try and find Lucy. 

“At her house?” Gray raises an eyebrow and you just nod. “So why did she just walk in?” Your eyes widen as you look over at the door, Lucy walking in with Natsu.

“Oh, she must’ve forgotten.” You try to laugh it off and grab your flowers before speed walking to her and grabbing her arm, turning her around and linking your arm in hers. “We have a girls day today, remember?” You give her a look practically begging her to just go with it. 

“Uh, yeah.” She nods and looks back. “I’ll see you later Natsu.” She waves to him before both of you walk out. Once you are safely out of the guild you let out a heavy exhale before standing straight. “Did Gray get you those? They’re pretty.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course it was Gray. We have a system. He always gets me more when my others begin dying.” You sigh as you lead her to your place. 

“Are you mad about it?” She seemed shocked. 

“No! No, of course not. It’s sweet. I’m just frustrated.” 

“With Gray.” 

“No, Lucy! With myself.” You approached your front door and went to get your key before you realized you forgot your purse at the guild. You let out a groan and turn around, plopping down onto the front step. “And I forgot my purse.” You place your elbows on your knees and place your chin in your hands as you stare out at the water of the canal.

“Do you care to elaborate?” Lucy takes a seat beside you. 

“I just wish I wasn’t so cold intolerant.” You mumble, watching the water flow as you talk. 

“Ah! So this is about Gray.” 

“I guess, partially.” You shrug. “I just saw another girl flirting with him today, at the guild. She was touching his arm and hand before he pulled away. She didn’t even flinch.” 

“Jealousy.” Lucy chuckles. “I know that feeling.” 

“You do?” 

“Of course. Most people who have been in a relationship have.” Lucy looks over at you. 

You let your arms fall, draping over your legs as you turn to her. “When have you gotten jealous?” 

“I mean there have been a few times. One I can always remember, because it was a big deal to me. Lisanna obviously was close with Natsu before I was around. So when she was back and she was all close with Natsu I remember it upsetting me. Made me irrationally angry sometimes.” She laughs. “And when me and Natsu started going out it made me even more jealous.” 

“How did you deal with it?” 

“How do you deal with any issue in a relationship? I talked to him about it. He didn’t take me seriously at first because, well, it’s Natsu. But once I sat him down and explained it to him more he explained to me that she was a childhood crush but she was just a friend to him now. He assured me plenty of times that I started overthinking.” She explains. 

“Yeah, but this is more than just a childhood crush. This has to do with the fact that I can barely let him touch me. Maybe we just aren’t meant for one another.” You look down at your hands, picking at the polish on your nails. 

“Or maybe you need to talk to him. He loves you.” 

“What if love isn’t enough?” 

“It’s Gray. He likes personal space.” She shrugs. 

“I would like to be in that personal space.” You roll your eyes causing Lucy to laugh. 

“Have you tried blasting the heat when you two are together. Maybe the cold will bother you less if it's super hot.” She suggests. 

“Are you kidding, Luce? Do you have the extra jewel for me to blast my heat? I don’t have the money for that on my bill.” 

“Okay, okay.” She raises her hands up to settle you down. “It doesn’t have to be something you do for long. Just long enough to spend a little bit of time being able to maybe touch each other. When we were going to Tenrou Island for the S-class trials you seemed okay with him touching you then.” You smiled at the thought. It was so damn hot the closer you got to the island that Gray’s touch was actually not horrible. It still was freezing and made you shiver but it was so hot that once he stopped touching you, you felt fine again. 

“I guess it does balance it out a bit.” You shrug. 

“That or you can get a snow suit.” Lucy jokes, elbowing your arm. 

“It’s not funny, Lucy.” You cross your arms as you look over at her. 

“Right, sorry. I just thought I could lighten the mood.” She sighs. “I really think you two should talk.” 

You just ignore what she says and continue on, “What if he would be happier with someone else?” 

“Y/n!”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll talk to him.” You sigh before placing your face in your hands. 

“Found them!” Natsu’s voice echoes as he and Gray approach you and Lucy. You look up at Gray, who is holding your purse. 

“You forgot this.” He holds it out at you. You sigh as you take it and fish out your keys before standing and unlocking your front door. Lucy gets up and takes Natsu’s hand, leading him and Happy back to her house. Gray follows you inside and shuts the door behind him. “I thought you two were going to her house.” 

“We came here since it was closer but I realized I didn’t have my purse.” You set the bag on your table before turning to him. He walks closer to you, placing his hand on the table as he leans on it, looking at your face. 

“Talk to me.” You knew there was no hiding that something was wrong. Lucy was right. You needed to talk to him. 

“Do you sometimes think we are a bad match?” 

“Not really, no.” He shakes his head. “Do you think we are?” You inhale deeply before walking around him and letting your breath out as you sit on your couch. 

“I just…” You look down at your hands. 

Gray turns around to look at you. “Do you want to break up?” 

“No! I just sometimes wonder if you are actually happy with me.” 

“Trust me, Y/n, If I wasn’t happy I would have left.” He sits down beside you. 

“You never are upset that we barely ever touch?” You look over at him. 

He lets out a heavy sigh before meeting your eyes with his. “I’m not going to lie, I do wish it was a little different. But you mean so much to me that I am willing to look past it. You are my best friend and I love spending time with you. And honestly, the lack of touch just makes our little touches mean so much more to me. Where is all of this coming from?” 

“I-” You bite at the inside of your cheek before continuing. “I just saw you with that girl at the guild. It made me wonder if I was keeping you from a better relationship.” 

“Y/n…” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You aren’t keeping me from anything. I want you and if that means touching is something that is rare then I’ll take it. I don’t need to be constantly touching you to be happy with you.” He explains. “Are you unhappy?” 

“No.” You say as if you were offended he would even ask. “I just worry.” 

“Well you have no need to. You show your love in other ways than physical touch and that’s okay.” You smile and nod. Lucy was right. Communicating these issues was nice. You pull your jacket closer to your body and lean over, wrapping your arms around Gray for a few seconds. It was enough to take in his scent as he brushed his finger through your hair but it still sent shivers through your body. “Next time you are jealous, just tell me.” He whispers in your ear before you pull away and gasp. 

“I was not jealous.” 

“Totally were.” 

“Was not.”

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

Hey bitch, I hope you like it! @eddiesdungeon

Word count: 1.9k

trigger warnings: cringey fluff, friends x lovers not really that much, accidental confession (?) No prove reading because i’m a lazy whore

Going back to my hometown after three years has made me feel some kind of way. Coming back to it where everything and everyone has changed but at the same time everything and everyone just stays the same. The people just have grown older while the buildings look a little bit worn down. Apart from all this Hawkins looked the same as it did three years ago, when  my dad decided that it would be amazing for us to move out of state to New York city, just for better opportunities in life. But things didn’t work out as well as my dad had expected so now we are back in town. 

The cold morning air enters my room sending shivers down my spine. It is mid October and the leaves are starting to fall down and some families have already started to decorate their front porches with Halloween decorations. I get ready quickly and go down stairs, where my parents are already waiting for me to have breakfast. We all eat in silence, my mum is mad at my dad so for the last couple of weeks she has been giving him the silent treatment. 

When I open the front door cold air hits my face, provoking my cheeks to turn red. My body is filled with anxiety as going back to my old classmates is going to be weird, also having in mind I will have to see Eddie Munson again. My crush ever since I was seven and one of my closest friends, due to me moving away we have barely talked, after a few months we lost contact, so I’m definitely intrigued on what he is doing now. 

The drive to Hawkins High is short, too short to even prepare myself to be the “new girl” at a small town high school. There are some people in the parking lot when I arrive, they all stare at me and start whispering, I try to ignore it. My way to the secretary’s office is just the scene from the parking lot but instead of ten people max now is almost the whole school. I walk as fast as I can trying to find my destination, when I crash into someone. We both fall to the floor. What a great start to a new school.

“Holy fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you” I help her pick her stuff up. When we finally make eye contact I can recognize one of my other friends, Chrissy Cunningham. Her look of surprise lets me know that she has recognized me.

“Oh my god! (Y/N)!” She hugs me tightly. “When did you come back into town?” 

“Couple of days ago, I’ve been busy with all the moving in and emptying boxes and all that stuff” I say awkwardly as all her cheer friends are looking at us. `It was nice seeing you again but I really need to get to the secretary’s office and I don't know where it is, so I need to get going '' I rush to help her pick up the last papers that are laying on the floor.

“Let me take you there” she suggests as she locks her arm with mine. “Bye girls!” she says waving at the cheerleaders. Slowly we make our way through the empty halls as the empty. “Soooo” she starts “ how have you been, tell me everything about New york”. We both looked at each other. 

“It was great, just too many people “ we both laugh. The secretary’s office is right next to a lab. “ I guess I will see you around?” I ask.

“ Sure! Come and sit with me during lunch today.” She sounds so excited and I Know I can’t say no to my old friend. She walks away, her ponytail moving from one side of her head to the other, in a couple of seconds she makes a turn disappearing from my sight. I knock on the door, a lady opens the door.

“You must be (Y/N) Murphy, right?”she questions, I nod my head. “ Here you go, your time table, your locker number and its combination. If you need more help please come here again and I will try to help you” she smiles at me, I thank her and look at the timetable, French in class 103, just down the hallway. 

The morning classes go by super slowly, the only thing on my mind is to go home and sleep. When lunchtime comes, I try to find my locker just to find a group of boys in front of it, not allowing me to even open it.

“If you guys excuse me for a second I really need to use my locker” the all turn around, when I see the doe- eyed boy I’ve been missing for the last three years. “Eddie?” his gaze softens as he realizes who i am. 

“Holy shit (Y/N)!” he wraps his arms around me, picking me up and spinning. “When did you come back?” he asks

“A couple of days ago. Sorry for not trying to contact you, I’ve been busy with all the “moving in” shit” I explain. We start chatting, not even caring about eating lunch.

“Do you want to meet up after class? You know to catch up and all that stuff” he asks scratching the back of his neck. “I mean you don't have to if you don't want to” 

“ I would love it” I smile at him, but his friends start to complain that they need to do some meeting about a club they run. “ If you are busy I can wait until you finish” he nods and stats walking away

“I’ll be done around 6:30, is that okay with you?” I nod in agreement. He and his friends disappear, mixing in with the crowd of students. I leave some of the textbooks and notebooks in my locker and make my way towards the cafeteria. When I walk inside, Chrissy is waiting for me, we grab something to eat and start walking to where she would normally sit, a table full of basketball players and cheerleaders. After some introductions we all start talking about Halloween, what we are going to be , who is organizing the party and all that relates to it. 

After lunch, the last two periods are fun but the time pases slowly. The last bell rings and Chrissy, literally forces me to go to her cheer practice giving me the excuse they need someone to fill up for a girl that has to go to the doctor. I insist that I don’t even know how to dance but she drags me by my arm, almost ripping it off. It doesn’t bother me that much, it is more of cringe that I fear the most, the failing. 

The gym is spacious and full of light, cheerleaders are the only ones there. While the others warm up Chrissy and Amber teach me the routine. Some ass movement every now and then but not too scandalous. We spend the next two hours and a half rehearsing and just changing the choreography to make it look as good as possible. I look at the clock above one of the baskets seeing that it is almost six thirty. I excuse myself with the girls and run towards the parking lot. Just in time to see Eddie and his friends coming out from one of the doors. They are laughing, and walking towards their cars and bikes. The three that seem a little bit younger than Eddie leave the first in one old car that looks like it could break down at any time. The two youngest stay with Eddie chatting about something interesting. I slow my pace signing to the boys to act like they don’t see me, they play along and when I’m close enough to the black haired boy I cover his eyes, a smile forms in his face as he turns to look at me. 

“Hi there m’lady” he bows. “Ready to spend the afternoon with me?” he says looking into my eyes.

“Hey you two, get a room. Eww” the curly haired boy exclaims.

“Dustin, shut it. I mean it” Eddie tries to be intimidating. The two young boys put their hands up, knowing that they can’t defeat Eddie. 

“They are Mike and Dustin” he points at them “ the next additions of Hellfire club” he looks so cute when he talks about what he is proud of. 

“Nice to meet you guys” I smile at them, then we start talking when out of the sudden Dustin looks at his watch and starts to freak out. 

“Shit shit shit I need to go home I forgot I had to help my mom with my grandma” him and Mike go to unlock their bikes “ See you around (Y/N)” he shouts as they ride away leaving Eddie and I alone. 

“ I was thinking we could go to the cinema, like the good old days” he says, and he looks nervous? 

“I would love that Eddie” we make our way to Eddie’s van. “Umm Eddie can I ask you something?” he nods “ Why did you stop replying to my letters” I ask. He stops. “ I really don’t understand it and it really hurt me when you stopped replying '' the sadness in my voice is noticeable.

“ (Y/N) I-” he starts.

“Please don’t start with the excuses, just tell the truth. I think I deserve to know why.”

“ I started to think that you would eventually find some new friends and forget about me and I decided to be the one to make the first move just so I couldn’t get hurt by you forgetting about me”. Knowing Eddie, I know how hard it is for him to open up about his feelings. 

“Eddie… Why would you think that? You are seriously my best friend. I could never replace you. Like for fucks sake you were my first crush ever, even when I was in New York I would still think about you and your stupid metal bands. And then when I saw you today, all those feelings just came back fuck Eddie, you still look amazing with those brown eyes of yours looking at me like I’m the only girl in the world” Fuck, did I just confess my feelings towards my best friend out of anger?! He looks surprised. “Shit fuck, forget I even said. I should have kept it to myself. Shit I just ruined our frienship fuck fuck fuck” I start to panic walking aroud in circles, he walks towards me, stops me by putting his ring filled hands on my shoulders, I stop locking my eyes with his. His gaze goes from my eyes to my lips and without me realizing he locks our lips together, his hands cupping my face. When he finally breaks the kiss he puts his forehead on mine.

“You didn’t ruin anything because I feel the same way you do.” he locks our hands together. “So, how about we rent some movies and go back to my trailer? You can spend the night if you want to” he asks. 

“ That sounds amazing”, and with that, we both hop into his van driving away into the sunset. 

[suzume-umi]

You are my safe place

Chapter 1.

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Trope: Friends to lovers (I guess)

Genre: romance, angst at some point.

Sorry just wanted to fullfil my delulest desires with this. English is not my first language. I wote this in spanish to have some fun and later decided to post it in case someone might find it entertaining so forgive me if there are some mistakes.

I wake up in my small studio. It's raining. The weather has been horrible these past few days, almost as if it was trying to warn me of what was about to happen.

I eat my breakfast and get ready as quickly as I can. I'm short on time since, as always, I've postponed the alarm too many times, but I try not to punish myself too much for it.

I gather my things and leave my mini studio. I get on the subway, which is especially crowded due to the rain, and head to work. When I get off I walk for 5 minutes and finally arrive at my company. I greet and smile at everyone I pass by. When I finally open the door to the infirmary I sigh and relax. I may be a nurse, but I love the quiet and enjoy my time alone.

As soon as I arrive I star to work. Today is an important day since it's time for the boys' check-up. I still have an hour until the first one arrives, so I write to Nolan, my situationship, I guess. I met him when I joined the company as a nurse, at the first party I attended. He immediately approached me because, apparently, I looked "uncomfortable" and "out of place" and he wanted to include me in the team, in his own words. After that we exchanged numbers and started talking quite often. From time to time we would also meet up, although always at his house despite my multiple attempts to have dates that did not include sex involved.

I say good morning and wait for a response that doesn't come. Lately he's been a slow texter, but when I asked him why, he assured me that everything was fine, that he was just trying not to be on the phone so much.

I stare at my phone when someone knocks on the door. Wooyoung walks in and sits on the chair on the other side of the table. He automatically smiled at me and I do the same.

- How are you Y/N?

- Good and you? - I look at the hour in the computer on the table in front of me - You've come too soon. Is there a problem?

-None. I just had a little free time before the checkup. -Wooyoung stares at me, as if he were looking for something-Were you able to get some sleep?

-Ah, so you were analyzing my dark circles.- I smile.

- You don't have any. You look fresh as a rose. But we finished talking at 3 in the morning so I was worried. - He pouts.

- But our conversation was too interesting, I couldn't just abandon you. -I respond, corresponding his pout. - Seriously now, I'm fine even though I haven't slept much. Don't worry.

Wooyoung smiles again, something he's been doing since he walked through the door. But that perpetual smile fades when he looks at my cell phone.

- You're waiting for him to answer you, right?- He asks me with a stern face.

- It is that obvious?

- A bit. You were turning your phone on and off when I came in. -Now he looks sad. - Y/N, let me give you some advice, again, stop talking and seeing him. He's not trustworthy. I can make a two-page list of his red flags and the things he does that are wrong.

- I know you're right, but... - I hesitate to continue but I do anyways.- It's just that when we see each other it's perfect. There is chemistry and he treats me well.

-Which part of only wanting to see you in his house and answering you when he's bored is treating you well?

My eyes widen in surprise at his response. We've talked about this many times, and deep down I know he's right, but he's never been this blunt before.

Instantly he seems remorseful. He stands up and bends down to hug me. I hug him back awkwardly. Despite having had Wooyoung as a friend for the last 3 months, I still can't get used to these gestures of affection.

The boys, including Wooyoung, and I met at the party where I also met Nolan, although I didn't start making friends with them until I did their first checkup. After that, they invited me to have a drink with them and other coworkers. Since then, Wooyoung and I have been friends. Although almost all the credit for the birth of this friendship is his.

- Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that.

- No, don't apologize. You haven't lied. I know I have to end this. But I don't know how to do it.

- Why don't you talk to him in person today and tell him how you feel? You can write it beforehand to know what you want to let him know. But above all...-his smile widens.- You should kick him out. Close the door and throw the keys away.

- I think you're right. I'll follow your advice, for once. And it better go well or I'll sue you. - Wooyoung and I laugh and talk for a while longer, after which I force him to do the checkup, then I send him off so he can stop lingering and go to his dance practice.

Wooyoung walks out the door but not before making me swear that I will tell him everything and let him know if I need anything

When the door closes behind him I smiled to myself. Wooyoung is like a whirlwind but there isn't a day that I'm not grateful to have him in my life. He is always there when you need him.

The day continues with his unstoppable progress and I do the rest of the boys' checkups. In my free time I follow wooyoung's advice and write down everything I want to say to Nolan. As the hours go by my anxiety level increases. And when it's time to leave, my whole body is shaking.

I close the infirmary and head to the office area. I have texted to Nolan to meet and go home together so we can talk, but I haven't received a response. So I go straight to look for him knowing that if I don't do this today maybe I never will.

His office colleagues inform me that he is in the break area, so I head there. When I walk through the door I freeze. Nolan is there but he is not alone. He is accompanied by a woman our age. They are kissing passionately, not realizing that they are no longer alone. Nolan finally opens his eyes and when he looks at me his face changes as if he had seen a ghost. I turn around and try to leave, but Nolan is faster and stops me, grabbing my wrist. I'm crying but I don't care, I turn around and look into his eyes.

- Don't you dare come close to me again in your fucking life.

When he starts to try to explain himself, I free myself and leave the building, without looking back.